The house I live in, my domain
Where I kicks all the pushers,
Sellin' drugs to make bank,
little kids packin' a shank
Talkin' about Simón Humboldt,
But it's a pity when you're livin'
in the city of the wicked
Where the beast always has
life's a gamble in the ghetto
You gotta commit a sin and crimes
just to earn the mental vis
Caress the mind of a criminal, my friends,
they all become a minimal
Living day by day when I was young
Always packed a gun, had him on the run
Now I realize this was my fun
But I still gotta keep on
The streets that I used to roam
no longer I consider home
But still down for the scent
that I grow in, but I hang around
you gotta earn your middle
cause you're gonna get stuck
In the middle of the game
The mighty dollar's taking over me
And now the street's rolling
with the wicked mentality
In the middle of the game
What a bloody mess I've seen
Shot by another stupid teen
when you're not with all your homies
that I saw the other day at 40?
You need a can of man so toast,
I love my battles that I get in,
so fit in where you're me
But I'ma be the one that's
Fools try to walk and step like me,
the reputation that I carry
I put Ovato in the mortuary
So listen to me when I speak
before they find your body
still I plan to keep it all together
I'm thinking about all them days,
I thought I had my homies back,
Fuck em, if I gotta tuck em,
then you know it's like that
you gotta earn your metal
cause you're gonna get stuck
In the middle of the game
The mighty dollar's taking over me
And now the streets growin'
with the wicked mentality
In the middle of the game
Well, ain't that a shame?
The victim's in the casket,
it is reality, it's lasted
But how much of this will make
him understand it ain't the way
if you will live to see another day
but ran when you saw me comin'
You didn't have no backup,
boy, that's why you started runnin'
You left and didn't think about
throwin' down for your set
cause you're packing little chicken eggs
But claimed to be the biggest
when you started stickin' homies
in front of all your little homies
1, 2, 3, 4, crazy lookin' vandals
living life like death ready to
you know I'm walking past em'
So think about that vato loco
when I'm movin' through my
you gotta earn your pedal
cause you're gonna get stuck
In the middle of the game
Well, ain't that a shame?
The mighty dollar's taking over me
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