Lyrics:
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Yeah
R-I-P to the weekend, drinkin' and oversleepin'
Dream of nothin', playin' pretend, I'm overthinkin'
At the stop sign
amazing
It's 3AM I'm turning up the fucking bass 'n'
It's like a curse see
I'm at your mercy
These wicked games that you're playing
They're the worst b
at tryna take me
for $ 20 out of my pocket with no apolagies
ordinary wannabe fly by night high M.C.s
they call him one dude, because he's like 53
burn
to depart
There's a game I don't want you to know of
Masquerade, Cirque du D??cadence
A pawn in an empty chessboard
Moved around by a hand of a fool
to act a fool
The new no limit, we don't play by the rules
I came to party, not to clap tha game
To get tha see out of jail cause it's time to get paid
Up
And phenom limp it to the wicked recon.
Prowler fist up with a Bowser twist vs. America's kooky coward clips.
Pump breaks, cupcake, I melt through the father
some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some
To chill in the weekend, with all my uncles playing couple games
And cooking something with the Betty Crocker, I got some left overs, I left it inside
worked out
Had nobody who could help
So then in the end it turned out
That I had to do it
By myself
That's the game of rags to riches
Dogs
releases this stress.
Give me the game and watch me run with it like Hardaway.
Raise the Mac-11 and see how many wants to die today.
I don't play no
respect on my name
I am the king of this game
I used to get played by a bitch but I flipped up the switch, now I got the plays
I used to take it to heart
Yea
Mhm
Yea
Ouu baby can you come by late
Wanna see your face
Wanna squeeze your waist
You saying your tired of the games we play
Maybe for the night
empty seat here, baby
By the way, your friends just told me what you got going on
No, I don't want to crash your party
But they said that your were
when I have my hands up
We're too in tune with these wicked ways
Living inside a computer for a million days
How will we rise over hate
Who do we have
that
You either love or hate
Inside this wicked rat race
Life or love
Or a dark cold place
Either friend or foe
But don't fight the cold
Or get outlined
I'm more appealing
Not like I needed to lose it anyway
I was 280 and pussy still came my way
And they came in by the dozen
Spit little game, and damn I
DISMEMBERING GAMES
WOW, Discomforting times
Powerhouse that's feeding my mind
And wakes up evil in me
I'm spinnin'
WOW, I'm burnin' away
Ashes
an icicle
Heart is on froze
This shit it get wicked I walk in Givenchy you know I get fly and you see when it shows
My hat is 250 and bitches get with me
Ooooo
All is good most of the time
Living by the county line
Yeah livin by the county line
The weekend's here and it's time to chill
We worked all week
Straight cash
Into one portal
Coming out another
Forward and backward
Man
This game is a mother
G Dash
G Dash
How long will I last?
Every time I level up
It
But you weren't excited
There's no way to fight it
You can stay but shawty here I go
Uh, should I spend a weekend in Vegas?
I'm living inside
by the streets so I'm out with zeds
Making it stretch that's one by three, boy don't try me
Take him out the game like a referee
Red card and rest in
-PRODUCED BY ANG'GEON EMETREA
Bike horn blares
[ INTRO: Ang'Geon Emetrea ]
Holler at your boys causing static from the attic
Automatic
Oii, Let me
it
Tracklin' the world on my tone deafen station, taught her
Supercalifalistic emcee excutioner
Wicked witch, diggin' your ditch
Givin' ya stitch
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