You a slave, them bitches say
You a slave to the game, you a slave
And you love it
You a slave to the whips and chains
You a slave to the game, you a slave
And you love it
And you love it
And you love it

I said my Rollie got me pussy whipped
Yes it do, I admit
Every day I'm buying shit
Like every J the flyest shit
Helicopter over top my ex's house, high as shit
Take a giant shit on the roof, ooh, I ain't shit
Cause I'm from the hood and I got issues still
12 years old we cook that coke, baby face, whip a pill, grip the steel
Damn ain't this a bitch, ain't no motherfucking fathers
Put the message out, can't protect this house with under armor, no
Everybody talking, anybody can get it
Ain't nobody talking, have your body chalking
Anybody worried about it can get curried
Or everybody can carry your coffin until you're buried
Niggas married to the streets, never scared
Never serve an undercover
Never bitch and never snitch on your fucking brother
Ill shit, that's the recipe, but real shit it'll set you free my nigga

You a slave, them bitches say
You a slave to the game, you a slave
And you love it
You a slave to the whips and chains
You a slave to the game, you a slave
And you love it
And you love it
And you love it

I said my necklace got me pussy whipped, yes it do, I admit
My environment is a pirate ship, lion pit
It's supply demand, flip a pie, and acquire shit
That's right money talk, ain't got none, then be quiet bitch
Cause I'm from the hood and I got issues still
If they shoot your pop when you 16 that's when the shit get real, grip the steel
Damn ain't this a bitch, ain't no motherfucking fathers
Put the message out, can't protect this house with under armor, no
Everybody's a victim, the vindictive system been dicking us down
Been digging a hole to stick my niggas in
Finish em before we even get started
We been falling before we ever thought of walking
All this heartlessness just evolved
Listen to unconscious loss, niggas monsters
And y'all bitches looking for sponsers, you just slaves

You a slave, them bitches say
You a slave to the game, you a slave
And you love it
You a slave to the whips and chains
You a slave to the game, you a slave
And you love it
And you love it
And you love it

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Writer(s): CARLOS COLEMAN, ERNEST CLARK, MARCOS PALACIOS