Lyrics:
shit kinda big
No, I don't know who he is
He talk down on my name, he a motherfuckin' bitch
Put you down on some game, no, I never could snitch
I stayed
You got me
Your love keeps pulling me back
Baby
Every time you come by, I'm on some other shit
You got me on that girl you wanna meet my mother shit
You
peut s'concentrer sur le puzzle
Life is like a game fais plusieurs sauvegardes juste au cas
Faut pas qu'tu vires insane restes sur tes gardes on sait pas
I be talking bout them dark days up in the trenches
Even though you got your strap you still be jumping fences
You got caught up by the cops then you
cause she was fuckin' up my energy
Will I ever fall in love? I guess that's still a mystery
Is it too late for me to be accepted by this industry
I'm just
that's painful
'Cause everything just comes in and it fades but that's the game though
A shame until you found out how the waves flow
In this daze I watch
So. If it's aight with you
I never wanna fight with you
If you're by my side
They should be kneelin' at the sight of you
Cuz all of y'all are queens
hearted that don't mean take my love for militance
She so lost and think I'm tryna play games with her intelligence
I'm so gone and my heart make me do
Love's A Game but I'm done playing
'Cause the sun's blazing down on something new
No more coasting on past statements
I got new lacerations I'mma sing
When you get whacked or by bumpers hit
Might lose your soul. That's why I'm nervous
Seize palm and try strides again
Rush the game, they stuff blockers
the dragon, pistol sag the pants
Never signed a deal signed to dealers steer the wheels an peer through rear views
Pull up behind me idling I've been riding by
as the man
I been dope for real, you poking holes in the can
Yeah I got em waiting on the day that I may drop
Like a new PlayStation came to the GameStop
I've
ah
Yo I opened doors for Downtown
And had niggas saying they from Manhattan
Maintaining off a package
My side bitch working by the Allen
Come on baby
I
Born to be in the game
Never gonna be the same Jesus he be to blame
I don't what to say
Again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
Them hittas really practicing rappin'
In the game when I could beat in practice
Send them one by one
Or approach with yo' team
I can box ship 'em
talk my way through this
Them hittas really practicing rappin'
In the game when I could beat in practice
Send them one by one
Or approach with yo
run run)
Run I tell you
Boy I'm about to drop a bomb in it
Bomb in it
So all threats better watch out
Yeah e' yeah
Oh yeah e' yeah
Don't play no games
Raising up the bar, you can bet the shit (bet it)
I took a look around the game now I'm expecting shit so (I’m expecting shit)
Where the opps, man a nigga
Fit on butter
Bitch on butter
Whip the dick out
Make yo bitch stutter
Bout to run through some bitches
They gather in a huddle
Made a game plan and
They
on my grind I ain't ever gon stop
Imma take the stairs imma walk it to the top
I don't need a girl I'll be fine by myself
Make a mill next year boy I put
fuckin frat rappers
Shame the game
Just because they stole a beat, got some weed
Now they feel like their heat...
Bitch u didnt even engineer it, mix
A milli, a milli, a milli like im Wayne
Took every inch of my pain, i gave it all to the game
Sacrificed friendships for my personal gain
Everyday im
a helping
Gibberish what they sell me
Feeling good today I made some
Fire now you melting
Lil ugly dude
We smelting
Game point they jelly
Feeling celtic
Off
holding to the game till I'm a top dagger
Isala kutyelwa sibona ngolophu
Isala kutyelwa sibona ngolophu
Isala kutyelwa sibona ngolophu eh
Uchithe utywala
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