MacWay - Bring Into Play Lyrics

Shit I was like 9 years old
When I met met miss Orr
Who'd a thought in a couple years she'd have my ass on the floor
I was gassed at the door
She was so persuasive
We were close in ages
My anecdotes her fragrance
We started smoking on papers
A nigga had to be 11 or 12
Back when it was just you and school
I guess i really had a story to tell
Heavenly Father I'm still going through the hell
But Still chasin this righteous path
Its tough when you gotta go crazy to have the same career that Tyson had
When I'm just tryna do me
Can't get caught up w these groupies
Bunch uh lame niggas say they knew me
Who was in the kitchen when it was really no feast
I was just tryna cook when there was no heat
You can't really run the game w no feet
Out of all these lame niggas all around
You chose me
So when it comes to holding you down
You it's OD
You know I'm og
All respect to Jamie
Shit craze these day no shade when you
Showin love to homies
While all you niggas tryna act tough that's the shit that makes you look weak(real talk)
You gon have to put more in
You gon have to put more in (Yea yea)
Or that feeling gon fade (Yea yea)
That feeling gon fade
That feeling gon fade
You gon have to put more in
You gon have to put more in
If you gon make a change (Yea yea)
If you gon make a change
Gon make a change (Yea yea)
No one should possess the power
To make you feel like it ain't real
We used to shoot the dice and bang still
Had a couple nuisance nights we ain't chill
Knowing we could lose our life if the stage fell
So we just abused the lights til they feel
Everything we speak and say the shit real
Everyone ain't gonna eat the cake just stay chill
You held my back to the wall -You made sure a mac didnt fall
Kept it too real I wasn't acting at all
I was just passin em off
Bred from the field
No wonder I came up so real
Momma was late on the bills
Evictions from places we used to make meals
Switchin the station I'm lost in my feels
I lost a lil tooth now they all in my grill
Gone off the dusse they start to appeal
My arms wanna shoot while my heart wants to shield
I Detached from the glue to complain bout the build (Yea)
Young nigga came up to trill
Still starvin I'm chasin a mil
Got a lil armor you ain't got a guild
Never should bear what yo ass cannot wield
Why y'all sit stuck in the here -I'm steady grinding for then
Got me f*cked up- I done shed so many tears - I'm through with grindin for them
I'm back on my buck matter fact back my bull
Young Mac been packin' the wood
Like a young nigga should
You never complain bout the push when you don't have any pull
You gon have to put more in
You gon have to put more in (Yea yea)
Or that feeling gon fade (Yea yea)
That feeling gon fade
That feeling gon fade
You gon have to put more in
You gon have to put more in
If you gon make a change (Yea yea)
If you gon make a change
Gon make a change (Yea yea)