The Playoff Songtext

Real niggas depend on God
Fake niggas depend on odds
No reason I get even
I'm two-faced
One side deceiving
The other side believing
Controversial meanings
Between you and me it's all the same
Tell by the way I rock
I don't own with anything

So many shots blockеd
I bout gave up the rock
Tryna beat thе clock
It's my last shot
I'll give it all that I got
All that ive got

(All that ive got)
Swishing from the three It's all on me
Got game, no aim
But I shoot the three
In LA I diddy bop
West coast fever that I got
I love to see you pop
They hate when we on top
I pray you never flop
I need you on the hop
Give me Tik no Talk
My dawg gone off the wock
I pray one day he stop
Look around and see the world's heart
They don't care where you drop
ODing in your spot
Then step over your body
And continue being props
Swishing from the three
It's all on me to make this shot
If not, I don't own a lot
You don't wanna see me with these Glocks
Too twisted I can get wicked
Just like start of locs
Life could get you chopped
Comin' from a lot
Know a lot about ducking cops
But I never ran from opps

So many shots blocked
I bout gave up the rock
Tryna beat the clock
It's my last shot
I'll give it all that I got
All that ive got

(All that ive got)
Swishing from the three
It's all on me
Got game
No aim
But I shoot the three