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The Game
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Game was released on July 31, 2023 by Jupe Squad Monopoly as a part of the album Jupe Squad Monopoly Presents: Jak Frozt (Cold Summer) - EP
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Release DateJuly 31, 2023
LabelJupe Squad Monopoly
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM78

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Edward Coakley Jr
Donald Edward Coakley Jr
Songwriter
MARCUS STOTT
MARCUS STOTT
Songwriter

Lyrics

When I step up on that stage, man, I'm out of my element
I told them I'm better than any **** who's steppin' in
Sometimes I be forgettin' I be rappin' and shit
Don't piss me off because this 40 repetitive
I took a minute to myself to get my mind right
I'm goin' through the motions
Even when I feel the love they givin', I can never scope it
Never wishin', never hopin' on the handouts
Stick to the mission, handle business, that's how you stand out
Every moment I cherish it, never been an embarrassment
Some people do it for clout, I do this shit for my heritage
If you ain't doin' what I'm doin', there should be no comparison
Matter of fact, fuck these ****, Jak told me get air with
Bet these **** gon' remember me, though
The illest **** to ever do it when I'm givin' a show
This is just another victory, bro
Man, tell them Scoreboard, we're checkin' the score
I'm on a milli and I'm headed for more
These **** broke, I guess that I'm the one to blame
Fuck what you did, bitch, what you gon' do today
You can't last but be the first one to complain
Same shit, different strategies, my **** get out the game
These **** broke, I guess that I'm the one to blame
Fuck what you did, bitch, what you gon' do today
You can't last but be the first one to complain
Same shit, different strategies, my **** get out the game
You fuckin' it up and you all in the way for the real ****
Quit blamin' a motherfucker every time when the bill hits ya
Everybody got problems, gotta learn how to deal with it
We live or we die, but when we die, they go get it
Get out your feelings, ****
Yeah, Brody tried to knock me, I ain't mad, that's how it's supposed to be
But now his mama rockin' both his T-shirt and a rosary
Been try to tell these pussies, show some respect when you close to me
I ain't above this shits I'll cap a bitch dude in his ovaries
Not a hidin' motherfucker, catch me anywhere I'm supposed to be
Shit each and every morning, I be on my sofa smokin tree
Your wifey in my lap, if you don't think about my hokage, please
I told her play her part she grabbed my dick and started strokin me
Dirty motherfuckin', not a stain, I'm where your hoe would be
Don't ask about the secrets and information, she know of me
The cologne be exotic, this Versace be a mocha tee
Forces is fresh as fuck, it's like I snatched him off the coca tree
The flyest bro you know it's me blowin' dro while I'm overseas
Been tryin' to tell these people, this Coakley doper than dopamine
I'm floatin' on the coast while you're jokin' and drinkin' Ovaltine
Cause I'm that boastful bloke that your hoe was hopin' you bros would be
Written by: Donald Edward Coakley Jr, MARCUS STOTT
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