Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gordon David Strickland
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frankie Payne
Songwriter
joncreze quavon britton
Songwriter
ataurus javon kelley
Songwriter
Jarquavis Jabrice Alexander
Songwriter
Gordon David Strickland
Songwriter
Jeremiah Manitopyes
Songwriter
Quentin Rockford Commanda
Songwriter
Chase Monchamp
Songwriter
Lyrics
Respect the game, respect the First Nation
Regulation fast, no hesitation
Respect the game, respect the First Nation
Whoa now, all these natives in the place
I'm 'bout to throw it down
Down that toilet like the piggies at the doorstep
6a.m., my feet never hit the floor yet
But I ain't trappin' anymore
I'm into more blesses
Here to do it till I can't no more
Canada, the cannibals, smug before the battle's on
Hit 'em where they least expect it
With a little bit of knowledge like I'm Melly with the message
In a tank-top flexin' with a bare root belly
If you miss what I'm sayin', I don't care, I'm ready
Breast-plate kinda heavy with the braids growin' steady
Gettin' whooped by the hour, leather level in the tellly
Caribou up in the belly, I don't fuck with what they sellin' me
I like it when it's straight-up from the earth, now what you tellin' me?
Coolin' with the wolves, lookin' down from the mountain-peak
Prayin' for a hater, dropped a back-up for his family
And when I see the sun go up
We gotta go get it while it's hot
And when I see the sun go around
All the wild things all gettin' caught
We gon' do whatever we want
I'm gettin' worried 'bout whatcha gotta say
Life ain't nothin' but a battle, yo
This warlock's life was a shadow, yo
My bank account looks like a long-distance phone number
Take a deep breath before we go under
Dead bodies, old runners stole from ya
Before you was born, life was stole from ya
Raised by old gunners
Gun-slingers, pow-wow singers, wild style ringers
Now we show up, throw up big letters that blow up bit
In a lotta battles, shoulda stayed in the shadows
But the light's bright at night at the end of barrows and
When I had somethin' to prove, I proved it
All o' you talk shit, none o' you do shit
Too calm to lose shit, too strong to use it
Watch so nasty drops, my two arms do this
I'm havin' 'em guessin' what my next move is
Your guess is as good as mine, so while you're blind
Cue survivors, I ain't the dyin' kind
I put my beats to the rhyme in these streets full o' crime
And when I see the sun go up
We gotta go get it while it's hot
And when I see the sun go around
All the wild things all gettin' caught
We gon' do whatever we want
I'm gettin' worried 'bout whatcha gotta say
Life ain't nothin' but a battle
This warlock's life was a shadow
Hustle tribe chief I do what I want
Take the lead if I'm new to the flyer
Speak the truth, I'm not usin' no promise, man
It's deepened and abused from the liar
Gettin' warmer like the blankets
That these chickens use for the blocks
Changin' your genetics, what they use on the crowds
I continue makin' moves what that you think is stupid
At night I keep my cool like that night when I'm cruisin' the block
Maneuver and watch, elusive the cops
Got a lawyer, I'm refusin' to talk
Act no fool when I want, lied to by the schools
What they taught, straight rules, you gon' lose when you locked
Over bloody pool, and been shot
So many juveniles lost
All these families, who is gon' talk
Say you a man, you gon' prove it or not?
What I do for this guap, I let 'em know that they new
Shit gon' drop
And when I see the sun go up
We gotta go get it while it's hot
And when I see the sun go around
All the wild things all gettin' caught
We gon' do whatever we want
I'm gettin' worried 'bout whatcha gotta say
Life ain't nothin' but a battle, yo
This warlock's life was a shadow, yo
Regulation fast, no hesitation
Respect the game, respect the First Nation
Regulation fast, no hesitation
Respect the game, respect the First Nation
Written by: Jarquavis Jabrice Alexander, ataurus javon kelley, joncreze quavon britton