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Gaika Yard

[Chorus]
Throw your money up if you come from yard again
Throw your money up, see we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, yeah, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes, no doggy don't cry

[Chorus]
Throw your money up if you come from yard again
Throw your money up, see we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, yeah, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes, no doggy don't cry

[Verse 1]
First things first, go without sayin'
I'm numb to the glass, I'm numb to this game
Too much liqour sunk in
Too much grey, I'mma still f..ckin' win
Innocent man in pain
Blood from a clicker, see the funds got grim
Now the screen just flickers once again
Crime and punishment, we're diggin' man's grave
Niggas gettin' rich and the hitter's get change
The figures who snitched, villains get maimed
On the phone in [?] tryna rip through the gates
'Cause it ain't safe in here
No it ain't
'Cause it ain't safe in here
Nah it ain't, nah it ain't, nah it ain't

[Interlude]
In the corners of the night, I rode
My pocket stays hot, my wrists, dem cold
It's trouble nonstop when you're hustle for the gold
In the corners of the night, I rode
My pocket stays hot, my wrists, dem cold
It's trouble nonstop when you're hustle for the gold

[Verse 2]
Strip club, sippin' on big rum and coke
Cop a big smoke from a Brooklyn bloke
Fine threads but I'm never off the roads
I'mma die with paper [?]
I'm guilty of bare [?] tings
Poppin' ice down bottles
Droppin' ice down rings
Coppin' ice down chains
Brushin' ice down links
I'm [?] from the call
Like an iced out drink
I'm f..ckin' sick of it
Livin' life in the thick of it
I'm in this with the immigrants
For the crooked and [?]
For the crooked and [?]
Raining shots of the window of ours
Brown and penniless, on with the world

[Chorus]
Throw your money up if you come from yard again
Throw your money up, see we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, yeah, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes, no doggy don't cry

[Chorus]
Throw your money up if you come from yard again
Throw your money up, see we bought out all the game
Redskin paradise, yeah, this is my empire
Look a dead man dead in the eyes, no doggy don't cry


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