there s rules to this game how a nigga play cause niggas out here dying every day i just keep my strap on me and my money straight but you wouldn t understand if you ain t sold weight nigga you ain t never trapped out no trap house slept on the floor with the roaches and the rats out you ain t never rolled behind that black gate when the block was slow we brought it back by selling two for eights what you know about that pineapple coke in the drought we the only niggas outside selling dope instagram broke his wrist daily in the dope vine hitting it with the skert making sure we keep the fattest rinds locked the hood down we has junkies watching every corner they gone scream highwater every time they see the rollers nigga tell me what you know about the trap house we really had them goons out front posted with the mac s out there s rules to this game how a nigga play cause niggas out here dying every day i just keep my strap on me and my money straight but you wouldn t understand if you ain t sold weight check a real nigga out though there s rules to this game you better abide by em broke niggas ain t up in it they just sidelining up in the bay you rep the mob or your livewire me and ray gon get rich or we gon die tryin i ain t never left the state and i ain t fly with pounds g lock wit a ladder when i ride around shit for tech up in seattle 75 a ounce tell the lean man slide through and i ma buy him out bitch only made a band after four dates when i sold weight was making bands on a slow day niggas dying every day just like the song say never faking fuck you if you taking it the wrong way nigga there s rules to this game how a nigga play cause niggas out here dying every day i just keep my strap on me and my money straight but you wouldn t understand if you ain t sold weight  you ain t never sold weight where your ice at pink slips and shit lil nigga been coppin whip i been selling weight but know i m a lash kid one button car park itself now i m the nig fell out wit a nigga kinda knew a lot i ain t trippin bury his ass you try to hit the spot we on four five strap that s that mecka block any nigga run up i swear get them nickel shots i fuck wit keesa and lil wee they gon go for me just knocked a black bitch in sac she gon hoe for me rest in peace jacka we keepin 2 k s claiming other niggas just rappin swear they ain t with the blazing there s rules to this game how a nigga play cause niggas out here dying every day i just keep my strap on me and my money straight but you wouldn t understand if you ain t sold weight i was funking before rap you better learn your facts he told on you you told on him you still labeled a rat i rep my hood in ever song i put it on the map rest in peace my nigga jacka he tatted on my back my nigga dame came home he did ten years mone touched down in january he did ten years mone in a halfway house my nigga halfway out now jbay locked up because a nigga ran his mouth nigga you ain t sold dope on one corner how everybody from your hood snitching but you condone it nigga i was in the kitchen 36 whippin you wasn t in the house before the streetlights you gotta whip it pussy there s rules to this game how a nigga play cause niggas out here dying every day i just keep my strap on me and my money straight but you wouldn t understand if you ain t sold weight 