B. James

B. James - Heavy In The Game lyrics

rate me

(ft Scarface)

I made a promise if I ever got the chance

to come about the hood one in any circumstance

I next it with the quickness never get back int he busines

in best stop the ..I was young and had decision

it ain't no question I made some bad decisions

well mine but still I took blame

I hurt I didn't listen

got homies out the prison doing time my hide is f*cked up

but I refuse so many streets 'cause I'm a hustler

I got a family I be so if I cold rock

they're looking at ..damn you hear a bot..

that turn the nigga into a stone hoe killer

if you see me I gotta grind more my nigga duck

just say no arm no winner mom please billies

got they sure I watch it

they try to touch ..

the only life that I've ever know

touching bank fole probably never leave


'cause I'm an independent gangsta that's heavy in the game

a triple low G but I swear never change

tryin to..and homie I'ma stay

I best up in the ghetto but I made your way

but I made the way out

..hustler all upon that paper

pistol on my style middle finger to you haters

every say I wait I gotta make the salary

once you ..I gotta make salary

you don't understand the struggle you just see the results

every day I swear I find another reason to smoke

pouring liquor to my people that's day

every night I go to sleep I seem stealing my head

and now I thank God that he put me on the space ship

got homies doing years for some shit I gotta wait with

I could be in prison too steady sending letters

telling mama I'm going to change and get better

I remember young how I used to ..re -up

young nigga stand on the corner of the free lunch

...get the revise in the polo

my mind my new broke so I had to hustle for dolo

yeah I gotta make it the chance I gotta take it

even if time stare me down I gotta face it

so far from basic I'm tired to wait in patient

now see victory and so damn closer I'ma taste it


Look I'm a born hustler you connect my ..

new I can get this paper before you even have me

was raised in the ..I carred one surrenders

one time for my homie navy got the life senses

just I'm all about my business

black on the.. out the hood

I'm on my back so I ain't gotta front

call up in the society that killing all my..

dead and what we had as a majority

we try to make the livin and take about the prison

they tell em go to school try the best of my condition

but I ain't really listen when back to the streets

yeah it's a cold world so I strap with the heat

now I'm back on my feet and ..

I gotta speak in ..and can't talk to the police

you haters since is..I'm home you gotta eat

and I'm all about the presidence could never get a..


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