Game Time

You ain't got no dog shit, I'll show you how to get this shit Go get you a blender, I can show you how to mix this shit But that ain't the only way, I got a whole list of shit Got a whole list of hoes, different hoes, pick a bitch Peekaboo! Let her be with you after I hit the bitch My dog and them got rollies but I'm tryna get us richie rich, more rich If I had a choice, we'd be on Forbes list Would you be poor or rich? Would you be... (Uh) Perky after perky, I don't think the meds work Promise imma chase these millions till my fucking legs hurt Till my fucking ankles pop, this shit ain't bout no chain or watch Shit ain't about claiming blocks, shit is you in that gang or not? (Nah! Nah!) Is you gon bust that brain or not? I done lost niggas I thought was riding till the chain popped Gotti that's my brother, I feel like we got the same pop Like we got the same mom, rapping, trapping, same time Seen me hop out, make that switch get him He don't fuck no top tiers, let's make a bitch get him He was dissin' on the dead, now he dead with 'em Oh that's your twin? I wish that you got put to bed with him Real victims, know my past can't get erased (Uh) I can't get replaced they get behind me, it's a chase (Uh) I can't get a case, most my homies done got sentenced, some feds some state In these trenches it ain't safe, I seen a rat kill a snake Seen a rat raise a mouse, you know how that turnt out In a Track, you smell the tires burning when we turnt out In my act, I tell them go and turn up when I'm burnt out Niggas dissin' me for clout, take his sneakers, stomp him out (Uh) Cruising down the street, GLE 63 fully-loaded twin turbo pipes on it, AMG Turn it up, make that some light shit, get me from A to B Turnt it up. No they don't like this, this shit they hate to see Pure dope, shit you could put me in the blender, make a three Pure coke, shit you could drop me in the Pyrex, make a key Real gangsta, you could drop me in the projects with a G... L-O-C-K, Gen Five 23 Came from sliding four deep in a fucking Ford Taurus spinning 54th St Lucky on the fourth street, Savage on the sixth street, they putting niggas six feet Dedicated to that spinning, niggas barely getting sleep Don't compare me to these niggas like I wasn't into beef Don't compare me to these rappers like I wasn't in these streets Riding 'round with 60 plus, just me and Sosa in the Jeep Shit we did this shit for hours, then for days, shit for weeks Shit I did this shit for years, niggas don't compare to me Niggas act like they my peers, I think niggas scared of me I done seen real niggas perish, niggas need to cherish me Niggas need to cherish me Niggas need to cherish me