Adjust to the Game - Larry June

And it can get ugly, nigga

Yeah

Aye, aye, aye, aye aye

Man

Check

Aye bring that bass in

Numbers

Man

Tell you how my day went

I’m creepin', it’s one of those nights

Stand on my toes, dodging advice

Money, money the motive

The game, this shit getting colder

You can have the trap, I’m tryna get on

Still got no love for a punk rock hoe

Movin', groovin', in my 5.0

It’s money in Chicago, we gots to go

I make songs for niggas that live that life

And that badass bitch that got yoga tonight

If you don’t like my shit, nigga turn this off

Either way nigga, I’ma make some bands tonight

I’m checking my rear view, I been in some corners

Making sure nobody on us

Niggas is hungry and they want your plate

And niggas dyin' erryday

So I’m out the way, I’m with my bitch

I been biking and shit, I be hiking and shit

I can’t lie, I think I like this bitch

If I was still ten toes, it’d be bad for you niggas

The streets, these streets don’t love you

These hoes, these hoes don’t love you

These niggas, these niggas don’t love you

But one thing I know, nigga get that money

The streets, these streets don’t love you

These hoes, these hoes don’t love you

These niggas, these niggas don’t love you

But one thing I know, nigga get that money

The game changed, so I did too

For that fame, no tellin' what she’ll do

He off them pills, no tellin' who he’ll shoot

On my way to Sac, gotta pick up this loot

They tryna make the booty club minimum wage

Damn, how these hoes gettin' paid?

Swipe up on the Gram, I walk the blade

Cat Daddy on a bitch, I’m quick to flake

Counting these G’s

Seven thousand for the paint, that ain’t shit to me

Selling ye-de-dee, the money was good

If I can go back in time, nigga I would

The roots is deep, I stock the glee

Stylin, profilin', keepin' it P

I’m by myself, I fuck with me

And plus it ain’t shit you can trust in the streets

The streets, these streets don’t love you

These hoes, these hoes don’t love you

These niggas, these niggas don’t love you

But one thing I know, nigga get that money

The streets, these streets don’t love you

These hoes, these hoes don’t love you

These niggas, these niggas don’t love you

But one thing I know, nigga get that money