am i in the right game lyrics – styles p

“am i in the right game”

[intro: styles p]
there we go, that’s why, there we go
close that door
always need ya n*gg*s, i needed my n*gg*
yeah…

[verse 1: styles p]
i told you that i’m lyrically fine tuned
pay atttention, to the ghetto prince in case that i die soon
i’m waitin’ for a war to come, yeah i’m i’ll natured
but still see the lord in my son
they say the sh*ts mysterious
i be bustin your lung,
give me a gun the kid get serious
all i want is some peace and quite, all i need is a little silence, i can’t get it though, still smokin weed n wildin, n*gg*s show loyalty, b*tches know i’m a gangsta, sh*t is for real they all wanna spoil me
if i ain’t rollin up, then i’m loadin up,
point out a block, s.p will sow it up
don’t ask where my n*gg*s at,
know where my n*gg*s at,
i live long enough i’m blow with my n*gg*s, black, can’t stand to see my people grope,
we hold guns and move lethal c*ke,
i’m an animal n*gg*, i’m a smoke, drink and eat with you. play the streets with you,
point ’em, i’m a hammer the n*gg*,
and these n*gg*s talkin nonsense,
i’m on some don sh*t,
i’ll rip you up on some real ex con sh*t,
i’m in the parking lot on nepperhan in yonkers,
to the top n*gg*,
til they put me on the motherf*ckin dirt,
i ain’t never gunna stop n*gg*

[chorus: x2]
god please forgive me, cause i know i’m a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
life so strange time keep tickin
but life don’t change, am i in the right game?

[verse 2: styles p]
i’m in a room with a thousand people still feel alone
but i can walk through a graveyard and feel right at home, i know this sh*t sound weird, just something i spit for ya ear
but heres my position, a lot n*gg*s listen but they just can’t hear,
so i’m puff a blunt why you in the front, i’m in the rear
can i drop a little science
if david killed golith then whose the real giant, y’all n*gg*s dying, if ya’ll n*gg*s lyrists, you can under stand that p is in the grind and my mind is a piramige,
don’t ask for acceptable, verbally i murder you, my 24 bars is like a blast from a weapon,
funny that i’m laid back, wild on the other hand, kidnap and body you style on your other man, don’t care about you rough past,
or if you bust *ss,
all i know is i’m gunna send shots though your mustache,
holiday here, mark down the calender,
brain of a champion, heart of a challenger,
come through the block with the big 40 caliber, liquor and some weed, and a sword like excalibre everybody get it,
go through the block tell n*gg*s that i’m flippin, like everybody with it,
screw y’all n*gg*s 2 in the head one in the chest, f*ck y’all i never knew y’all n*gg*s, what

[chorus: x2]
god please forgive me, cause i know i’m a sin again, til the end of time, then let me begin again,
life so strange time keep tickin
but life don’t change, am i in the right game?

/ styles p lyrics