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Private planes, crap games
In the biggest lofts
All the diamonds that he rocking
Never seen a flaw
He keep the type of bitches
That ya never seen before
He

of the world is (wrong, wrong)
But to wait on the world to take the weight of the world is (wrong)
See the soul of the game
Was a focus on change
And a mode

what's on line
It’s shadow fighting  with no prize
We wanna thwart the fate 
But will be caught by our shadows at last

Dullness’s rolling in
The breed is

change the style
Still need money by the piles
My game holy the nile
Still make her walk a mile
For Gucci loafers on the tile
But I ain't been macin for

Tilted Towers swag, I built a power bag
Puffing sour, drag, game got an hour lag
I paint a powder keg black with flower flags
Live on an outer edge

shit
That’ll make you wanna punch a motherfucker in the face quick (Come On!)
Let’s take it back to the basics
The rap game need a face lift
Boy I’m so

Taliban, 
Cooking bacon, I’m going ham,
In the game, I’m killing shit, step on they neck like soda cans, 
Ballin like Jordan I’m driven, 
Never missing all

Switch the name now I’m switching lanes
If I lose then I switch the game
Bending rules that others break
Stay immune there’s too much at stake
Lay

I'm gone wild
The prosecuting defendant, I'm always on trial
Some of these lines could've been read by the priest
Let it bump through the west while it

Sticking to the rap game like codeine 
Tripping on me like im lean
Messing with me I'll smoke you like green
Come here make feel you like you have

Study di flex, Study di tricks
Oooooooohhhh, haaay, haai, hay!
Study di flex, Studie di tricks
S.t.u.d.y di flex
Heeeeeeey!

With all the games you

to the visionary 

Should I be the same 
Should I play the game 
Should I buy the kicks 
Should I read the script 
Give it all for fame 
Don't be the same 
Don't

They never love you till you die or end in all shame
I've been balling like ball games or bald fades
Since we're speaking on bald fades & ball games

completely free to misbehave
And when I step in de game
Nah ain't a body
Nobody be safe
Meh dance to de riddim
He watch me nah nah
Come check me nah nah
Come

back
Used to sit back and watch everybody
Now I'm up in the game
On the field I'm finna' catch a body
Satan know I'm boutta' catch a body
Yea he know

the fame
Ain't no shame in this married to the game bitch

Let me show you how I kick it how I spit this pimp shit
How to keep it G how to keep that mindset

young kobe
Always in the game like computers with adobe
The game was never never mine
Boutta make a shift, bad bitch, like a pair of dimes
Gettin more

I'm back in the game
I'm back on my feet
Took all my L's
Now I'm tryna be king I want that foreign
With caramel seats
Niggas is talking
But talk is

it
When I scribble I put the morgues in business for real
Cremate a few bury the rest and then revisit to chill
My hit list getting longer by the day

before coming to dinner
It's been a long time with it, glad Bronze did it
My Wu-Tang connect sharp as knifes with it
Father the game and we go back side

some exes calling, I don't like responding
I ain't even gon' send 'em a text
Getting more self-aware & on the verge of tearing up the game
I got it in my

tryna mess me up
Tryna kill me using love
I don't want you messin' my game
I got that Daequan aim
I ain't your claim to fame
And if you think that I give

When you get your break, break out
When you get your break, break out
It's a waiting game even I had to wait
So when you get your break, break out

leaving with notes
Uh I want the house and the rolls I'm cheating the game I'm using these codes
Hmm try to play me like a hoe I'm drawing for mine and I'm