Deep lyrics

[Verse 1]
Still having nightmares that my phones tapped
And feds having search warrants where my home at
But stil day dreaming bout foreign cars
And houses with the marble and the mowed lawn
So I move like a don, too much to lose
Walk with me, take a step in a hustlers shoes
Where friends be enemies but play it cool
And crooks be cops, goddamn, who is who?
Can't afford to get confused so I stay away
Barely hanging out, most seen making plays
Coupe dipping through the traffic they know it's Pay
Getting trailed by the mob in them escalades
BLYUG that's the clique I claim
Never did cartwheels I was flipping caine
Saw a spot in the music so I switched my lane
Pay attention when I spit I be giving game n*gga

[Hook]
Seem like the game chose me
Was supposed to get in and out, but I got too deep
Why would I punch a clock and live too cheap
When I could make a year's salary in two weeks
I got so deep in this sh*t
Barely sleepin' and sh*t
I got so deep in this sh*t
To the point I'm barely sleepin' and sh*t
Man I got so deep in this sh*t
A lotta n*gga's I called friends
To the point we ain't speakin' and sh*t
[Verse 2]
If rap don't work it's back to the block
Getting stacks from a spot where the crack move a lot
Every time I leave the crib a n*gga strapped with a Glock
Broke n*gga talk stupid get slapped with a knot
(Watch your f*cking mouth)
Two of my partners got caught with coke
Other mans got hit with R.I.C.O. this sh*t get deep bro
Them b*tches snatched up pops
But due to a dirty raid, all them charges was dropped
(Yeah boy)
The streets call me daily in fact
It's cats that go to sleep praying that I come back
But I have to play a forth person
But it'll all trickle down to that spot worker on the porch hurting
I'm praying for my mans case
When I see him I see the stress on my mans face
I'm the one that they ask for help, sometimes it's overwhelming
But when you a boss you can't be for self, n*gga

[Hook]
Seem like the game chose me
Was supposed to get in and out, but I got too deep
Why would I punch a clock and live too cheap
When I could make a year's salary in two weeks
I got so deep in this sh*t
Barely sleepin' and sh*t
I got so deep in this sh*t
To the point I'm barely sleepin' and sh*t
Man I got so deep in this sh*t
A lotta n*gga's that I called friends
To the point we ain't speakin' and sh*t