Done With the Games (feat. Millyz)

Ain't playin' no more bitch, yeah I'm done with the games Yeah, I've been keeping score, give a fuck what you say If this shit was a sport I would've won every game Cause when you come from nothing you gon' love what you made Look, I'm too old for the games All I do is think of all these huge goals in my aim I came from nothing I want the new clothes with the chain Tryna settle down I fucked a few hoes in my days though What's with the name? Shoot dope in they veins Poke seen Too much of it not trying to do the same bros From the gutter with the spacciatori The mean dealer in Italian shit, pops Im sorry Went from not much to being clutch Robert Horry Yeah I got a story from the bottom to the top with glory Like Montessori I'll be schooling some students on game Through with all the stupid shit influence the youth and them gains Make money and be humble, get the bag don't let it fumble You got snakes that's in the jungle Who gon' play you like they love you But they fakin' you Blow your head up like an inflatable Ego-centric people tend to do this that's relatable Your heights without you is not possible, not obtainable Bunch of yes-men in your ear, whatever you say they cater to Day one's only it's been the same with you I don't got a brush but do the same shit a painter do Picasso Ain't playin' no more bitch, yeah I'm done with the games Yeah, I've been keeping score, give a fuck what you say If this shit was a sport I would've won every game Cause when you come from nothing you gon' love what you made Yeah, going through the motions and sometimes I get emotional Body filled with drugs, say a prayer that I don't overdose Raised up by the mob, sometimes I feel like Cologiono Got this bad bitch with me in a Chanel purse and open toes Young and drunk, the plays for me lately I've been coaching those These dark shades got me feeling unapproachable Stressed out, might spend a weekend in the Poconos In a fight with life lately, I've been going blow for blow Back against the wall and I'm fighting with my fist clenched Brody wet the party up, he tryna leave that bitch drenched Palm angels on my body, walking this bitch with a big trench I was on my raw, it's the fourth quarter, I don't give a shit Shout out to my boy Junk I think most you rappers trash Play this shit in traffic, how you speeding on a show to fast Hades was behind me, I'm like fuck it though I hit the gas PO said I couldn't smoke, fuck it though, I hit the gas Ain't playin' no more bitch, yeah I'm done with the games Yeah, I've been keeping score, give a fuck what you say If this shit was a sport I would've won every game Cause when you come from nothing you gon' love what you made