"Skin In The Game" lyrics
Pretty eye little lie over the phone
Little eyes pretty cry over this song
Someone died evil eyes close in this home tonight
Oh, oh, oh
I got dog shit on the rise, you barkin' on a plane
Nut right in a opp hoe eyes, she can't see how far I came
I could tell you all about it, there's too much to explain
I'm on tour with certified steady clutchin' on that flame
And yeah, I'm circumcised but I got skin in the game
They don't think I got alignment, tell them peep the point of aim
Shooter stay in helmet lang
But he got hats helmet gang
Red coup but the inside black, call it "Belly Gang"
Slanging' like a soldier, It was me and Foulja
I'll get up on your ass how I hop out my Corolla
50-cent potato taco, now I go to la gondola
Dreidel gang send a blitz like the fuckin' Ayatollah
She'll take the Tri-Rail just to fuck me and my dawg, call it train of thought
They think I'm a junkie, bitch, I won't go back on Adin Ross
I'm the same jit the flame lit except the rain don't stop
You ratatouille love to talk, I smell vermin and shit
He caught a body, then he went right to the sermon and shit
He did time, came home still servin' and shit
Bad bitch a Jew, the other one Persian and shit
I told 'em, "You ain't got no spine. I step urchins and shit."
My dawg got roped, they took his chain, they couldn't even pay for the bail
That shit was such low hanging fruit, I'll catch a snake with a snail
That glizzy made in Tokyo, I uber all around the 'dale
My grandpa step with Polio, I keep a stick like I'm frail
Ay, I don't even trap but I be stayin' with Scales
I'm fuckin' with the "dark web", glizzy came in the mail
Them boys blind to this shit but I grew up watchin' Braille
I got a mob for the files I ain't clippin' my nails
Pretty eye little lie over the phone
Little eyes pretty cry over this song
Someone died evil eyes close in this home tonight
Oh, oh, oh
Little eyes pretty cry over this song
Someone died evil eyes close in this home tonight
Oh, oh, oh
I got dog shit on the rise, you barkin' on a plane
Nut right in a opp hoe eyes, she can't see how far I came
I could tell you all about it, there's too much to explain
I'm on tour with certified steady clutchin' on that flame
And yeah, I'm circumcised but I got skin in the game
They don't think I got alignment, tell them peep the point of aim
Shooter stay in helmet lang
But he got hats helmet gang
Red coup but the inside black, call it "Belly Gang"
Slanging' like a soldier, It was me and Foulja
I'll get up on your ass how I hop out my Corolla
50-cent potato taco, now I go to la gondola
Dreidel gang send a blitz like the fuckin' Ayatollah
She'll take the Tri-Rail just to fuck me and my dawg, call it train of thought
They think I'm a junkie, bitch, I won't go back on Adin Ross
I'm the same jit the flame lit except the rain don't stop
You ratatouille love to talk, I smell vermin and shit
He caught a body, then he went right to the sermon and shit
He did time, came home still servin' and shit
Bad bitch a Jew, the other one Persian and shit
I told 'em, "You ain't got no spine. I step urchins and shit."
My dawg got roped, they took his chain, they couldn't even pay for the bail
That shit was such low hanging fruit, I'll catch a snake with a snail
That glizzy made in Tokyo, I uber all around the 'dale
My grandpa step with Polio, I keep a stick like I'm frail
Ay, I don't even trap but I be stayin' with Scales
I'm fuckin' with the "dark web", glizzy came in the mail
Them boys blind to this shit but I grew up watchin' Braille
I got a mob for the files I ain't clippin' my nails
Pretty eye little lie over the phone
Little eyes pretty cry over this song
Someone died evil eyes close in this home tonight
Oh, oh, oh
