Lyrics:
controlling your fate
'cause you didn't play the game by the rules ya know its too late
You tried to hop the fence on false pretence that's nonsense
You know
Ay, oh my god
She got game
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By the looks of it all
I can tell she's gon fall for me
Fall in love with me, yeah
If looks could kill i'ma take
ain’t moving like that
Aye peep game I promise I’m human, just seen things
I seen pain, I made a grip so lil mama don’t see rain
And everything
frum out of bounds mess around git stuck
So tell me wuts up wit dis LBC thang
Homies hatin homies wen we on dis G thang
Now peep game it's about ta be
Still you doubt me ain’t sh*t about to change
I’m in the game and I ain’t worried about the fame
And you can try to flex your bit*h still know my
saying
Waitress bring the receipt
No peep peep I'm just paying
Pulled up on her no beep beep
I spit game
I don't associate with lames
I just appropriate
'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
Cover much ground, got game by the pound
Getting paid is her forte
Each and every day,
get jacked for your ride
catch you from the passengers side
my words turn the sea red
like the eyes of a weed head
ya'll peep my led then
the e-a-z-why e
Now, early in the mornin I awake
Thinkin about these dead fool's life that I had to take
Frontin on a true name I peep game at point blank
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
To the otherside of the game
I won't blame it on the rain
(Don't blame it on the rain)
I can make it through the pain
To the otherside of the game
I lived in
bad)
Bad bitch in the bed frame (Okay)
Same one 'fore the bread came, uh
My set on the next move
No time for the head game
Kush pack in the backpack
thirteen, smokin' blunts, makin' cream
On the drug scene, fuck a football team
Riskin' ruptured spleens by the age of sixteen
Hearin' the coach scream at my
did it all
And seen it all and got shit
To say to the motherfuckers
That ain't seen shit and did shit yet
Peep game
Look you little young motherfuckers
by side, yeah we somethin' like breasts
Flow game killin', I spit bars of death
Now they yellin' could it get any worse
Definition of Hell on Earth
who that fake pro, tryna fuck wit my hoe? peep
I'm killing for them hips continuously
my rap is g-a-m-e
vocals'll get you stymied
got locals running wit
none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? Cause that's how I bail
I peep game
on
Peep the game from a playa
Who survived in the rought streets
Collectin dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the block gon shop for some nice meat
I
balling Lebron just peep the game
Baby I'm balling LeBron just peep the game yeah
So Fwm babe
Fuck with me, baby
You driving me crazy
All through
to hand until you give em a rope
Niggas claim they in the field and they live by the code
But behind closed doors man these niggas is hoes
Cuz when you
outside grew so violent
I knew that I was blessed cuz I had papa in home
But all my friends I hang with I knew they papa was gone “they gone”
But peep they
Yeah
Fdhhhhh
Yeah
Put a liffy on that jeep bet it's gone creep
If they in my graces oh my gracious not a peep
To you niggas for the grim but
like Malcom on stage
Hate at the flip of a page I turned Django unchained
Peep game when I was small change I was richer than most
With fam that loved
He ain't sellin' no Sprite, he got coke
Put down the controller, he in the dope game (yeah)
I don't trust him, I know he a snake
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