The Game

Ugh Look Kill em all that's a summer line Bullet proof the jeep when the hustle shine Keep ya circle tight never force a bind Black saber wit a yoda mind I'm a r rater Jack slater wit da pistol beef terminator Middle fingers to my haters You know more vapors Pour the dusse in the remy that's a death chaser Fifty wit da tracer All my niggas went legit and got a bucket a piece I couldn't be discreet My ego belong to the streets So it's damier prints for all the pain that we preach Never thought it be my kin that wanna see me deceased Ugh So I gotta cloak all of my maneuvers Dodging daggers from back stabers and clout abusers It's evident my residence is now in the abyss They don't give a fuck about us I can write a movie script Man fuck it thats how the game goes Sticking to the code that's how the game goes Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed Ahh fuck it that's how the game goes That's how the game goes That's how the game goes Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed Ahh fuck it thats how the game goes Burberry linen while my lady swimming Feeling champagne dame while my team winning I salute all the bad guys never bending Beating all them charges wit a grinch smile still grinning Wasn't taught show mercy in the midst of beef You heard nvy My ego belong to the streets Preach God bless the souls who chose to walk the streets Never harmed the weak but handle business every single week Read more obituaries then a bible scripture So my theory is keep God and a rifle witcha Feeling like romello pre wheelchair flow Sharp wit the hustle my nigga thats how the game go Man fuck it that's how the game goes Sticking to the code that's how the game goes Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed Ahh fuck it that's how the game goes That's how the game goes That's how the game goes Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed Ahh fuck it thats how the game goes