"Ain't A Game" lyrics
(feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(By the studio, you hear us cut up with that camera)
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
Livin' life on the edge for too long, you heard me? Yeah
I got three kids (Kids), two baby mamas, at a early age
They criticize me, why you worried about it? Bitch, I'm paid
Home in New Orleans, need another one just for that A (Need another one for that A), Atlanta
What's the reason? Why you tryna figure where I stay?
For ransom
Remember late nights with twin, we used to go to dancers and watch the strippers shake they ass, I used to wanna stamp 'em
But now, I'm over that
Happy with the girl who love me
Hoes who used to ain't wan' fuck me tryna pay me, just to touch me
Used to ain't have nothin', on Roosevelt, I started hustlin' (On Roosevelt, hustlin')
Me and Bun B from Maryland to Carolina thuggin' (B, Carolina)
Ran me some stories 'bout his mama, her name Tangie Swanson ('Bout his mama, Swanson)
Told me how some niggas burned her just 'cause they was scared of her (Burned her, scared of her)
These niggas clutchin' Dracos, believe me, they ain't stuntin' (Believe me, they ain't stuntin')
We got the highest murder rate, and it ain't even summer (And it ain't even summer)
I just got out of jail and I ain't tryna go back for nothin' (And I ain't)
Mind set on gettin' this money, don't make me feel you tryna harm me, bang
So much hatred, but I know everybody can't love me (I know, yeah)
I really came from nothin', I feel like, "Fuck 'em" (Fuck 'em)
Gotta grow up, and be a man, so I'm done with thuggin' (I'm done with thuggin')
But still that same nigga, I refuse to let 'em bust me (I refuse to let 'em bust me)
Tryna lock me up for nothin' (Ooh, yeah), waitin' on me to do somethin' (Waitin' on me to do somethin')
Just wan' take care my family, blow a bag with Montana (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This for the ones who stuck with me (Ooh), and most of all my nancy (Oh, Lord)
Thought this shit we couldn't handle (Yeah, yeah), but now, I feel like, "Damn 'em" (But now, I feel like, "Damn 'em")
It's a shame, man, I swear, this shit here ain't a game (It ain't a game)
I never changed, you'll lose your life behind my chain (Yeah, behind my chain)
I'm on probation, but I still'll spin behind my gang (Skrrt)
That's what it is, I don't need to fuckin' thank the game (The fuckin' game)
Game, no, yeah
Yeah
YoungBoy
[Boosie Badazz:]
Never listen, pay attention, these the broken rules (Rules)
Fuck detention, smoke a blunt, never go to school (Brother)
Nigga like, "Whatever, mama," we was talkin' back (Talkin' back)
Cut the barrel, make it short, this is 'cross the track
You ain't know my cousin shot my cousin? These are fuckin' facts
Nigga wrote me from the pen', asked me why I don't shout him out, 'cause you a fuckin' rat
Same nigga, I would've rode for, tryna fuck my bitch
Read through all this nigga texts, he say he love my bitch (He say he love my bitch)
So I ain't got no kinda love for a nigga
Antisocial, never see me at the club, with a nigga (Never see me at no club with no nigga)
Real nigga, I'm the type to give a plug to a nigga
Give my sister to my hitter, 'cause my sister like my hitter
'Yo, it ain't a game in the belly of the beast (Belly of the beast)
Cold nights, cold showers, you can't tell me 'bout the streets
Know who real, know who fakin', you can't tell me who for me (You can't tell me who for me, straight up)
Me and all the streets, we won't tell it
Hank, they free
Brother
(By the studio, you hear us cut up with that camera)
(DJ Swift on the track)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh
Livin' life on the edge for too long, you heard me? Yeah
I got three kids (Kids), two baby mamas, at a early age
They criticize me, why you worried about it? Bitch, I'm paid
Home in New Orleans, need another one just for that A (Need another one for that A), Atlanta
What's the reason? Why you tryna figure where I stay?
For ransom
Remember late nights with twin, we used to go to dancers and watch the strippers shake they ass, I used to wanna stamp 'em
But now, I'm over that
Happy with the girl who love me
Hoes who used to ain't wan' fuck me tryna pay me, just to touch me
Used to ain't have nothin', on Roosevelt, I started hustlin' (On Roosevelt, hustlin')
Me and Bun B from Maryland to Carolina thuggin' (B, Carolina)
Ran me some stories 'bout his mama, her name Tangie Swanson ('Bout his mama, Swanson)
Told me how some niggas burned her just 'cause they was scared of her (Burned her, scared of her)
These niggas clutchin' Dracos, believe me, they ain't stuntin' (Believe me, they ain't stuntin')
We got the highest murder rate, and it ain't even summer (And it ain't even summer)
I just got out of jail and I ain't tryna go back for nothin' (And I ain't)
Mind set on gettin' this money, don't make me feel you tryna harm me, bang
So much hatred, but I know everybody can't love me (I know, yeah)
I really came from nothin', I feel like, "Fuck 'em" (Fuck 'em)
Gotta grow up, and be a man, so I'm done with thuggin' (I'm done with thuggin')
But still that same nigga, I refuse to let 'em bust me (I refuse to let 'em bust me)
Tryna lock me up for nothin' (Ooh, yeah), waitin' on me to do somethin' (Waitin' on me to do somethin')
Just wan' take care my family, blow a bag with Montana (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
This for the ones who stuck with me (Ooh), and most of all my nancy (Oh, Lord)
Thought this shit we couldn't handle (Yeah, yeah), but now, I feel like, "Damn 'em" (But now, I feel like, "Damn 'em")
It's a shame, man, I swear, this shit here ain't a game (It ain't a game)
I never changed, you'll lose your life behind my chain (Yeah, behind my chain)
I'm on probation, but I still'll spin behind my gang (Skrrt)
That's what it is, I don't need to fuckin' thank the game (The fuckin' game)
Game, no, yeah
Yeah
YoungBoy
[Boosie Badazz:]
Never listen, pay attention, these the broken rules (Rules)
Fuck detention, smoke a blunt, never go to school (Brother)
Nigga like, "Whatever, mama," we was talkin' back (Talkin' back)
Cut the barrel, make it short, this is 'cross the track
You ain't know my cousin shot my cousin? These are fuckin' facts
Nigga wrote me from the pen', asked me why I don't shout him out, 'cause you a fuckin' rat
Same nigga, I would've rode for, tryna fuck my bitch
Read through all this nigga texts, he say he love my bitch (He say he love my bitch)
So I ain't got no kinda love for a nigga
Antisocial, never see me at the club, with a nigga (Never see me at no club with no nigga)
Real nigga, I'm the type to give a plug to a nigga
Give my sister to my hitter, 'cause my sister like my hitter
'Yo, it ain't a game in the belly of the beast (Belly of the beast)
Cold nights, cold showers, you can't tell me 'bout the streets
Know who real, know who fakin', you can't tell me who for me (You can't tell me who for me, straight up)
Me and all the streets, we won't tell it
Hank, they free
Brother
