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Game Six

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Game Six was released on June 12, 2026 by Artist Partner Group as a part of the album Rise Against My Broken Odds

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

BabyChiefDoit

Vocals

Nick Bass

Trumpet

Mary Dunn

Trumpet

Tyler Parker

Cello

Ricardo Sánchez

Ricardo Sánchez

Trumpet

Daniel Wytanis

Trombone

Adam Mesbahi

Saxophone

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jayden Whittier-Jones

Jayden Whittier-Jones

Lyrics, Composer

Isaiah Simmons

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

BabyChiefDoit

Producer

Preston "Prizzie" Reid

Preston "Prizzie" Reid

Mixing Engineer, Immersive Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Erik Pedersen

Assistant Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Immersive Mixing Engineer, Producer

Questionizer

Producer

Nick Bass

Assistant Mixing Engineer

Mary Dunn

Assistant Recording Engineer

Nicolas De Porcel

Nicolas De Porcel

Mastering Engineer

Kayla Holland

Assistant Mastering Engineer

GDot Rome

Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Fuck it, I'ma keep that bitch natural, **** know what we do

Slatt (Questionizer, I like this beat) I say

I'm a fuckin' hooligan, but I be tryna keep the peace

It ain't shit to jump back in the field, big bro'll pass me some cleats

Goofy bitch talmbout, "We rich", I aksed her, "Who the fuck is we?"

Girl, this shit for my OG and all the guys who step for me (baow-baow)

Ay, lil' boy, don't front your move 'cause yo' ass might just rest in peace (slatt)

Keep it cool while you in school 'cause **** die for testin' me (ah)

I'm not candy, ain't shit sweet, y'all got me hollerin', "Who want beef?"

Boom-boom-boom, we outside, knock on that door like Treat-Or-Treat (slatt, slatt)

You **** look up to me, I teach y'all e'rything y'all know (baow, baow, baow, baow)

You ain't street, you'sa bitch and all yo' peoples move like hos

I ain't goin' for none of that shit, if you think I am, then yo' ass slow (then yo' ass slow)

I ain't no rapper, I'll still spank that ass, I'm not your average Joe (ay, ay)

All that fightin' shit is dead, you throw a punch, get turned to Runtz

Get the fuck out the way, move bitch, I don't wanna talk, I'm on a hunt

In the same year, two **** got hit up, same month

So don't lack, before yo' ass end up in the same blunt (****)

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit

Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit

Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk

She tryna get dipped in the sauce, fuck the bros, then meet the boss

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit

Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit

Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk

She tryna get dipped in the sauce, slurp the bros, then meet the boss (ah)

These **** ain't fuckin' with me, but I know that they tryin' (bang)

Don't nobody mind they bidness, that's why all these **** dyin' (ay, bang, baow)

I am just a cool ass dude, stop me when I lie (baow)

Girl, you bet' not spill shit on my jacket, bitch I'm super fly

Makin' money, makin' racks, spent it all and make it back (bah)

Girl I bought you all that ass, please don't make me take it back

I do not trust y'all that's why I'm always muggin' (RAMBO, RAMBO)

Ho say that I'm thuggin' but this just that gangsta lovin'

****, this ain't nothin' new (ay, ay, ay)

If I cannot get to you, I pull up to yo' mama house and raise her motherfuckin' roof

I get shit hurt, I don't care 'bout what you heard

**** sayin' I'm a bitch just 'cause I was in the burbs

With my gang friends yellin', "Gang-gang" (gang-gang)

I'm Joe Jackson, I'm gon' make that thing sing (that thing sing)

I was with my gang friends yellin', "Gang-gang" (gang-gang)

Uh, if you gangbang we on the same page, ****

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit

Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit

Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk

She tryna get dipped in the sauce, fuck the bros then meet the boss

Pockets fat, the gang lit, I'm still on that gang shit

Fourth quarter, game six, last second, I made a hit

Quick to blow you, better not cough, get your ho, she tryna talk

She tryna get dipped in the sauce, fuck the bros then meet the boss

Written by: Isaiah Simmons, Jayden Whittier-Jones

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