[Chorus: Gillie Da Kid]
I love this game
All of the weed, pills, syrup and game
But it's time to let it go
Gotta let it go baby
I be lying if I say I wouldn't hustle
[?] I love this game
If I left it alone, I would never be the same
But I gotta let it go
But I be lying if I say I didn't love it

[Verse 1: Gillie Da Kid]
From the top to the bottom
Bottom back to the top
From a young no name, to selling them whole things
Man, I started with a squearl, stepped it up to 9
Got a line, goddambit now the world is mine
Told Poppy hand it off, Imma run it back
He handed it off, first month, I made a hundred flat
But with the money also come the friction
N***as mad they can't hustle in my jurisdiction
N***as mad, see me shining, man that jewlerey glissin
Fuck your racks, [?] convict him now
Gillie ahead of his time
Got bread on my mind
Got the feds on my line
Phone always ecko, but I don't talk [?]
Bitch I'm a veteran
Na, [?]
Up in the street, [?] chasing dope
Even though I know one day I gotta let it go
[Chorus: Gillie Da Kid]
I love this game
All of the weed, pills, syrup and game
But it's time to let it go
Gotta let it go baby
I be lying if I say I wouldn't hustle
[?] I love this game
If I left it alone, I would never be the same
But I gotta let it go
But I be lying if I say I didn't love it

[Verse 2: Gillie Da Kid]
Now I'm getting paper, money stack knee high
Everybody know my name, buzzing like a beehive
Police tryna trap me up, like T.I
Getting aproached by all the rats, in the C.I
See in Philly, these n***as shoot you dead and kill your mother
Get caught with [?] brother
[?] he undercover
Fucking sucker, daddy should've left you on the covers
It was all good just a week ago
Had the cars, had the women, had the cheepest blow
Now this n***a dropping lines
Straight dropping dimes, n***as swapping time
He was facing 20 years, only end up doing 2
Pussy look me in my eyes, tell me it isn't true
Damb, I'm in the streets chasing dope
But I know one day, I gotta let it go
[Chorus: Gillie Da Kid]
I love this game
All of the weed, pills, syrup and game
But it's time to let it go
Gotta let it go baby
I be lying if I say I wouldn't hustle
[?] I love this game
If I left it alone, I would never be the same
But I gotta let it go
But I be lying if I say I didn't love it

[Verse 3: Freeway]
Free!
This bitch got my heart hurting, I'm home sleep with my safe open
I'm knee deep in work, I love dope, but hate smokers
I ain't choking, I'm stressed out
Chain smoking, I need out
Fuck her, but don't eat her out
6 to 6, I'm weeded out
That drama, try to weed it out
Before we have to shoot it out
That bullshit, I can do without
My mama, had to move her out
For them bricks, try to retire
If they violate, [?] mollatov in they [?]
Nothing but a hater [?] I'm a hustler
So I was famous for I was famous, [?]
Speaking broke, n***a I ain't speaking your language
I'm speaking dope n***a, and your people old n***as
We stick to that G Code, we rep that east coast
Y'all just [?] wanna [?] peephole
We are locksmyths, we get those keys up in them keyholes
I got an undercover [?] I hate her but I love her [?]
[Chorus: Gillie Da Kid]
I love this game
All of the weed, pills, syrup and game
But it's time to let it go
Gotta let it go baby
I be lying if I say I wouldn't hustle
[?] I love this game
If I left it alone, I would never be the same
But I gotta let it go
But I be lying if I say I didn't love it