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your game just call me Allen
I'm up working late night feeling like Fallon
Not only am I Hall of Fame bitch I'm first ballot
I don't feel the need to be

takin' names
Get the fuck out the way, gettin' paid, upped my game
What the fuck could you say, I'm a king, you a lame
Better stay in your lane, I'm

outside, lonely

Road Only a few of us will make it, the game will
Take your soul Shout out my niggas that'll never fold, that's
More than gold All

big and put a smile on
Nothing is original

Well I guess that was the year of the rat
You're just rushing through your life too fastI'd say it's bad for

your life is a movie you could spot all the actors
Viewing the bigger picture, you gotta live by your caption in this big book of life
Some people are

Pop me a Perc let it hit my brain
Codiene come in by the case
Burberry shirt got Wocky stains
Scraping them bricks
Saddam Hussein
Diamonds on ice
Like

fishing my fish. 
I know my problem should fix.
once i was, give em my fist.

Life's over, the big bridge.
Wake after the shit dreams.
Life's go by those

time
If flattery in it's highest is imitation
Y'all niggaz really love me, I can tell by what you take from me
Happy February, let's make history, y'all

Big weatherman shit, you already know what's going on
Max volume
Aye Melvin, what the fuck is that?
Paparazzi in this bitch
Chillin' with some

what's left for her to show

Pocket fever, by candlelight
Left for dead, late last night
All of these things and more add up to one big lie
I'd try to show

Lobster-Jordan
When you need him?
We're no whizzes at responsibility

A ghastly spirit steers the body
A game of chess on crack
The king is dragging
The pawn along

(aye)
Did you or did you not try to butt fuck up my life?
Now that I done got this pipe, your tough ass just want to cry
Your tough ass just want to cry

games, gotta think smart
Use your mind
Gotta be fast, if you lacking you will loose your ride
Be wise
Most importantly you need'a check the signs

Yeah, yeah
Ay, this is for all the real ones who listen to the whole Charge It To The Game album brought to you by
Bino, Bino, Bino, Bino
Yvmbino

Don't you act offended cuz your stupid ass can't keep up with the
Life's game
Do the wrong thang
Pulling out
No gain

When the opportunity comes

feel is one way, I'ma cut 'em
I know my soul so fuckin' pure that it'll never be another
Been snaked by hoes and blood the same, tell me is you gon' be

took,
All of these hours,
Tellin' n***as, keep it real they don't sell liars
But they'll still buy it
Still keep the grip on the game, by its throat,
Tell

down we gone by tomorrow bring yo K we shut the block down
We K's in this bitch we let it spray in this bitch i hold it down for my city they amazed with

Contact! Relentlessly we race for the sky 
 every day 'till we fail to return 
 We may be dead in a week or an hour 
 Tomorrow it might be your turn

I've been betrayed by some
People that was close
You gotta watch your circle
It could even be the one you love the most
Don't believe 'em when they

wanna hear it again
So fake
Never any point at the end
Of your games
Heavy is the head held down
By the weight of the gaslight crown
And it's so sad

"Oh my god, Jackson, If you're from Africa why are you white?
I fucking love your accent, I swear to god you're just my type"
I'd say "keep on typing

Well already, with no light to shine, with no light to shine
When I write, you cold as ice, like a deer caught in the lights
Big lights will blind

Even wore a Bears hat with your outfit
Back when we kissed by the patch bay
Way before the tears and the outrage
I did shit that I wish that I could