Redd Hendrix - Game Time (feat. 1700 JoeBlow) Lyrics

Let's get more rings, I'ma be ridin' till I'm rich, I got road rage
Risk it all, cause my daddy had, sell cocaine
I had dope dreams, dope boy jeans
Turned to Mob ties , it's been a long ride

I can't trade for a bitch, that's for your team
Adding up, add it up, serving codeine
Add it up, add it up, let's get more rings
Boy, it's game time, they know that my whole gang had hang time

I can't show you all the cash, you think I changed, uh
I can't show you all the cash, you think I changed, uh
Look, damn right, I changed
It's 1700 JoeBlow, I'm on the finer things

Can't play around, get no money, to me, that's a minor game
Yeah, I just brought the team to the game, put Joe in the hall of fame
And this the way the streets have made me, naw nigga ain't gon' change
Damn, I just left the house, new faces ain't even bring no change

Yeah, trap shit in my vein, on my block, that pure cocaine
Plug, told me don't even hit it with the scissors, get to em it how it came
On the block, just tryna maintain, knew the pack was on the way before a came
Little nigga tryna make a big name, unc told was stay down, nigga, don't change

Gambling with your life, my nigga, that's a dangerous game
Joe, will take a L to get a ring for the team
17, let's get more rings
I'ma be riding till I'm rich, I got road rage

Risk it all, cause my daddy had to sell cocaine
I had dope dreams, dope boy jeans
Turn to Mob ties, it's been a long ride
I can't trade for a bitch, that's for your team

Adding up, add it up, serving codeine
Add it up, add it up, let's get more rings
Baby just had to admit it, she enjoy riding low tented
I be gone so absent, she want perfect attendance

That's why I turn you to a killer, I see snitches behind killers
Red Hendrix worth a Billy, off the shrooms, and going so trippy
All these bags that we flippin', vacuum sealers get to tripping
We ain't goin' on no vacation, back-to-back to the championship

My dawg still locked down low, low convos on the phone
Lord knows we ain't even sayin' shit
Communication and some patience with my gang just made me rich
Split a dub inside both pockets, call it workin' ten to ten

All my niggas climbed out from the block, I'm from the jungle gym
Coming too smooth, I'ma need to benz, stadium there for my whole craftmanship
I feel like Kobe, I can't sleep until that trophy come
Let's get more rings

I'ma be riding till I'm rich, I got road rage
Risk it all, cause my daddy had to sell cocaine
I had dope rings, dope boy jeans
Turn them up times, it's been a long ride

I can't trade for a bitch, that's for your team
Addin' up, add it up, servin' codeine
Add it up, add it up, let's get more rings
Boy, it's game time

They know that my whole gang got hang time
I can't show you all the cash you think I changed on
I can't show you all the cash you think I changed on
I can't show you all the cash you think I changed on