The Game - Judas Closet Lyrics

Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

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Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six fours


When you come from depression, to the lust for possessions
Gotta make an impression, but you cant wait for your blessing
Model bitches stip naked, while I sip on this Texas
Im pushing this German, jesus piece on my neclace

These niggas gon test ya, and these bitches is reckless
And that money go fast, I hope you paying yo taxes
All the questions they askin, all the cameras thats flashin
All the stress that come with it, its like you hustling backwards

If you aint breaking the bank, so we go hard everyday
And the sacrificial lamb is just the part that you play
When you the first one in yo fam to have the heart to get paid
Had the smarts to switch lanes, had the guts to be brave

Now, and now you a star on the stage
And once they cut on them lights, no turning em off, thats part if the game
Wow, people caught up in your fame
And never will it be the same, this shit is expensive, the price that we pay, thats why I..




Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

6 0

Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six fours


Clip tossin, since niggas is brick flossin
Now the bloods wit Slauson so niggas go get coffins
Comptons like NFL, niggas get hit often
Heavy but I green, make niggas forget Boston
Red bone bitch, she high on blue dolphins
Head game sick, she bi and switch often
Its kush, bitch quit coughin, my six got streets talkin
Timbo, this shit scorchin, got Bloods and Crips walkin

Its Nip, so get up off him, we like Biggie and Jigga mayne
And Nickersons Marcy, Bed-Stuy is Slauson
My flow somethin like Nassir, I should put a pause here
...Run and tell them niggas the Gods here

This California kush got me in Gods ear
We got them Ace of Spades, but aint no cards here
Just a Crip, a Blood, a couple exotic cars here
And these extra long clips like Lamars here, Nip




Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours, Nip

Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil
for these palm trees and these six fours

Cedar

6 0

Wife beater

Wrist froze, platinum jesus piece

Nigga, mine all gold

Chuck

Feel like I sold my fucking soul to the devil for these palm trees and six four
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