Project Youngin – Part Of The Game Lyrics

[Intro]
Oh yeah that’s Swift on them keys
Dubba-AA, what it do fool?
Ayy, ayy, it’s the Youngin ho

[Chorus]
I swear my soul gone, they took a piece of me
They tell me hold on, but I’m too deep in the streets
And my mind blown, and this shit just ain’t the same
Taking chances for your family, guess it’s all part of the game
Swear my soul gone, they took a piece of me
They tell me hold on, but I’m too deep in the streets
And my mind blown, and this shit just ain’t the same
Taking chances for your family, guess it’s all part of the game
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m takin’ these chances, ain’t got no time to panic
When that money call I’m comin’
Got a problem with my dogs, we gon’ handle it
Love a bougie bitch but can’t stand ’em
Can’t f*ck anything, I got standards
Rule of f*ckin’ so mannish
Gotta ‘scuse my ties, ain’t got manners
Got a lot of problems right now and I’m facin’ it
Couple bitches wanna leave me and I ain’t chasin’ ’em
Ain’t got time for girlfriend problems, I ain’t savin’ ’em
Superman, no cape in here, too many niggas be hatin’ it, yeah
I’m a road runner, I’m a road runner for that paper
Gotta go and get it by any means, don’t need favors
I’ma keep it real with my niggas, that’s the G in me
Gotta do this shit for my family, yeah, they depend on me

[Chorus]
I swear my soul gone, they took a piece of me
They tell me hold on, but I’m too deep in the streets
And my mind blown, and this shit just ain’t the same
Taking chances for your family, guess it’s all part of the game

Swear my soul gone, they took a piece of me
They tell me hold on, but I’m too deep in the streets
And my mind blown, and this shit just ain’t the same
Taking chances for your family, guess it’s all part of the game
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
When you in the streets, stick to the code
When you’re under pressure you could never fold
No matter the situation, never put them hoes over your bros
Tryna see a hundred mil, yeah, yeah that’s the goal
Keep it real, stand ten toes, eat together, whole clique froze
Lot of critics be talkin’ crazy, don’t faze us, yeah
Came long way from servin’ basers
Linked up with my mixtapes, put me on bigger stages
Still geeked up, ain’t no lasers
Finna shock the world, no tasers, ayy
Lot of pressure on me, they don’t think I’ma last
Since a jit been a G, was forced to grow up fast
From poppin’ nicks to re-rockin’ bricks, before rap I had cash
My mind gone, my heart cold, nigga sell his soul to buy swag

[Chorus]
I swear my soul gone, they took a piece of me
They tell me hold on, but I’m too deep in the streets
And my mind blown, and this shit just ain’t the same
Taking chances for your family, guess it’s all part of the game
Swear my soul gone, they took a piece of me
They tell me hold on, but I’m too deep in the streets
And my mind blown, and this shit just ain’t the same
Taking chances for your family, guess it’s all part of the game
Yeah, yeah

[Outro]
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