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Game ain't never over
Niggas just run outta time

Rap a canvas ima artist i repainted the image
Gone be the first and the last they say that whoever did

at
The top of the steps
If it go to game seven or I sweep it in four
I make sure that my sneakers
Keep squeaking on floors
I'm busy on a day to day
Some days I

down, good Lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much grounds, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her

gone is the smartest decision that anyone did
I applaud him from moving on, this constant little nonsense
It's every other day we start shit over nothing

the type of thought we design
So Looptroop is still hated by everyone
cus Looptroop is still better than anyone... what!?

[Chorus]

winning, so I'm gonna do this
An arrogant grin, with a habit of sinning
Distracted by women, but I wasn't stupid
You know how that game go
Ripping your set,

New York City actresses ("Rat Pack niggas")
I broke in the game and
Destroyed the first couple stages
Visionary takin' over regardless of our ages

(Go, go, go, go)
I can't take a hint
So know I'm gon' take the high road (High road)
You can't fix a heart by crackin' backs
Nah this ain't chiro (It

hustlers Of the Summer
This that tropical
Hypnotical Do What
They say impossible
Climbing over them
Obstacles Making
Doubters look
Comical, The hustle
This

walked away from prison, nigga
I really hate motherfuckers that hate to listen
Quantity over quality
Man, this game is different
Serving soda to the fiends

pulled but it's getting to my head
And the only way that I can get right out of this mess
Is to getting back at you with the words that I said 'cause
Are

happened to falling in love
These days rappers all got a bitch on their thumb
They fucked the game now it’s ruined
So I gotta show em how to do it
I wish

Mistaking a pet, bend them over and hit them
I took off my belt
I'll make sure every lyric is felt
Now you hit the bell whenever you feel outclassed
Let me

me to come home to get naughty
She ate all my honey, I said "Girl you hungry ?", she said "Boy your taste is so sweet"
I turned 'to an artist, paint

It's Big Don on the fuckin' track
Walk in the spot, they look in my direction
Hold up, is that why you mad
I hope not You don't want me to slide

poppin' on The Gram I don't even need a blue check
I run the game already, so I don't care who next
Only thing that matters right now is I'm the best

Every

the time no matter
How I'm livin for my niggas
Behind bars like Moe of the 
Simpson
Motivated by looking at photos of Benz's 
Hoping that one day they can

(Jack is producing bangers)
Yeah
I said, let's turn up this function
Burn up this blunt
It's 'bout to go off like you've never heard of, what's up?

like Puff Bars
I puff bars and jug hard, y'all flows is subpar
I was in the trap pullin' strings like guitars
Pullin' off the lot in your Benz, dawg,

Twenty-One

Corey Smith

Undertones

2003

Avenue.

I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW."


I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun.

Stealin' kisses wishin' I was

wanna show them I’m serious hope that they hear what I say
In the game but don’t play
Just open the path and I’ll wait cos you know the right time

suicide?
And I won’t move, unless you dudes is wanting more than five
But place your order by the border & you’ll get a Supersize!
B-Eazy!

Whip it, make it

300 gang nigga
LMK
This is probably the realest stuff I've ever wrote
Yeah
LMK with Herm
Money on my mind, all I do is think about the commas,
I be

your tizzown
West Coast takeover, give the game a makeover
The end is near, you fake rappers
Your day's over
Red fitted when I step in the place
White t,