mixtape: Paisley Dreams (2024) - The Game (with Big Hit)

• Paisley Dreams
• P Fiction

Paisley Dreams lyrics - The Game & Big Hit

Father first, real nigga second

Red stripes on my Adidas 'cause can't nobody check 'em

Born with no direction so I carved out my section

You got to live life until just waking up become a blessing

Westside legend, my fighting style Tekken

But I've been in Mortal Kombat so if the TECs fly, let 'em

Gonzales Park legend, 'till I had to make my exit

Too many souls lost at the Central and Rosecrans intersection

I guess that's my confession

'Side from that I got a question: where did coke come from before they gave it to the Mexicans?

Never mind that's too complex when you ain't got time to be reflecting

One blink and you in heaven

Niggas off with your necklace

Southern 50 cal, you cook it, they gon' test it

Sniff lines that we crossed right off that gold Lexus

Round here we call that big hit, some things never change

Except 213 to 310, everything yap is still the same

Strip the whole game down to leave earth just how I came

If they ask, tell 'em Hit-Boy robbed this motherfuckin' train

(Hit-Boy)

Menace to society, we ain't forgot what happened to Caine

So I tightened strings on my Cortez and stay in my Denver lane

Black man, Black man

You know what's gold in black sands?

Golden gloves, black hands, shackles feel like diamond bands

I don't understand, I don't agree, I don't consent to nothing

Fuck a guilty plea, I ain't never sneak shit through customs

I ain't got a 3D printer making ghost guns and miniatures

All this fucking fentanyl, Blood, they playing us sinister

Big Pharma, new diseases, big dollars

Big doctors, big nurses, big plotting, big working

Issuing out the wrong medication

Really trying to merk you

Pops went in, stomach hurting

But ain't make it out alive

Crackers swept it under the rug, called it COVID, let it slide

Fuck a lawsuit, I'm calling all troops

Calling Keyways and Woos

They call us primates and spooks

We took the whole NBA and renamed it hoops

Made it cool to smoke weed

Spice it up, called it fruits

Put a twist on the sex slang, we called it knockin' boots

Unc used to violate, back to back, all the time

In prison all his life, now this shit is legalized

The truth is in my eyes, ever seen a Blood cry?

I'm looking in the sky, asking Pac and Eazy why

Do we go from the pen to the pen

Black woman to Black man

Black child to my Black friends

Black-on-Black crime, admitting my Black sins

Sitting with my Black thoughts in the back of my Black Benz

Black tops on the Black top, poisoning the Black fiends

In Black neighborhoods, erasing the Black dreams

Black soul, taken from a Black king

Leaves a broken Black heart inside of a Black queen

P Fiction lyrics - The Game, Big Hit & Hit-Boy

Hit-Boy

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)

I'm a Laker, I'm a Warrior, I'm a Pacer

I'm like a Piston with them pistols, heh

Stay on a mission with them missiles

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)

I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking

I'm like a Piston with them pistols, heh

Stay on a mission with them missiles

I'm a menace, I'm a thug, I'm a gangsta

I cut that house arrest shit straight up off my ankles

Fuck the Feds for taking 20 from my uncle

And fuck whoever taught cause he was dolo they could punk him

Always keep a .38 where you can't [?]

Keep a couple dracos, couple bricks, couple liters

Niggas act hungry, I'm fill up and feed 'em

Do 'em like a predator, gut him out, and bleed 'em

My dad had a heart but he was heartless

Showed me how to chip a nigga [?]

Taught me how to cook a niggas carcass

And he gon' see the pound if he keep with all that barking

Keep a blower, Nintendo cartridge

Roll a nigga body up in dope spot carpet

Take 'em up to 14 in a six trey

And spread his ass around like he a mixtape

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)

I'm a Laker, I'm a Warrior, I'm a Pacer

I'm like a Piston with them pistols, heh

Stay on a mission with them missiles

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)

I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking

I'm like a Piston with them pistols, heh

Stay on a mission with them missiles

On Cedar, the West Coast's mine, nigga

I've been out here on a 20-year grind, nigga

It ain't a weak bone in my spine, nigga

Call my name, I show up every time

Same hood, same line (Woo)

If I bang your phone, you bang mine (Woo)

It ain't shit in this city I can't find

I don't know you, nigga, so we gon' swap at the same time

We chunkin' up gang signs

We slide for the same slime

All I see is mamas dropping their knees, and baby's crying

It's a thin line between love and death

When you on the grind, it's all about cause and effect

Fuck a sorry, fuck a promise

Shit be faulty, almost lost him

Niggas hardly recognize how much it's fuck life because of it

Life'll cheat 5 racks, put you right to bleed

Got blood in this grave for half a key, uh

It never snows in Southern California

Fuck around and we'll stank a nigga

But Hit said be bool, so I planked a nigga

He walked away with his life, he better thank a nigga

And this pen ain't for no raps, I'll shank a nigga

Carve 'em like my escape route, Shawshank a nigga

So cut with all that acting before I bank a nigga

He ain't Leon, and I ain't no Franklin, nigga

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)

I'm a Laker, I'm a Warrior, I'm a Pacer

I'm like a Piston with them pistols, heh

Stay on a mission with them missiles

I'm a baller, I'm a boss, I'm a gangsta (Gangsta)

I'm shot calling in this Chevy, out here caking

I'm like a Piston with them pistols, heh

Stay on a mission with them missiles, huh

Woo, woo, woo, woo

Game what's bracking, bracking?

You finally pulled up huh?

Bring it on in blood

L-Gang, L-Gang, L-Gang

Bompton to Dena, nigga

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Unstoppable, nigga

B Team

DRILLMATIC Heart vs. Mind (2022)

 

• One Time
• Eazy
• Burnin' Checks
• Voodoo
• Home Invasion
• O.P.P.
• Outside
• La La Land
• Change The Game
• How Far I Came
• Heart Vs. Mind
• No Smoke At The Polo Lounge
• No Man Falls
• Chrome Slugs & Harmony
• Start From Scratch II
• What We Not Gon' Do
• Fortunate
• Rubi's Rose
• DRAKE with the BRAIDS (Interlude)
• Nikki Beach
• Talk To Me Nice
• Money Cash Clothes
• K.I.L.L.A.S.
• The Black Slim Shady
• Stupid
• .38 Special
• Twisted
• World Tours
• Save The Best For Last
• A Father's Prayer
• Universal Love

One Time lyrics - The Game (feat. Ice-T)

[The Game:]

The fentanyl free but the addiction gon' cost you

(One time, one time, nigga, one time)

I lost you, FN'd out your eyes when I crossed you

Stretch Maybach instead of payin' my lawsuits

Hit me in the Hellcat truck, duckin' the- (One time)

Let it off in the club, it was always more than one Shyne (Shyne)

Pop the cork on the bottle of aged Opus

Rawdoggin' hoes, nightmares of dyin' with AIDS, hopeless (One time)

For my niggas in the graveyard

Confused about religion 'cause God couldn't save y'all

Prayed to Allah like I was suited with a bow tie

Prayed to the Most High, then I went multiplatinum with hits

Still fuckin' low-level bitches that's ratchet as shit

Betty Boop and Mickey Mouse tatted on asses and shit (Asses and shit)

Type of bitches that'll twerk on a casket and shit

Maybach a hearse how we slidin' past

(One time, one time, nigga, one time)

[Ice-T:]

I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'

King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'

Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse

Vendettas of death back; the colors I choose

Red or Blue, Cause or Blood, it just don't matter

Sucka dive for your life when my shotgun scatters

The gangs of L.A. will never die - just multiply

[The Game:]

Nigga, there go the- (One time, one time, nigga, one time)

Gang Task Force pullin' doors off the traphouse

Niggas don't know the difference between that and the crackhouse

Intricate gang signs 'cause phones gettin' tapped out

We them niggas that Franklin and Leon try to act out

Livin' the lifestyle fake niggas wanna rap 'bout

They scatter like roaches when a nigga pull his strap out

Get shot and stay quiet unless you got more than one spawn

How you say "snitch" in Japanese? Tekashiota (One time)

Nigga, we don't talk to the cops

All these drills and automatics, ain't no talkin' to opps

My pops and my uncle told me that and let me hold the strap

Cracked my homie Reggie, mama sold me that

I was just a thug from around the way

Bandana wrapped around my face, movin' the ounce a day

I was nine years old on the drumline

Smokin' with my older cousins, nigga, let me hit that shit

(One time, one time, nigga, one time)

Eazy lyrics - Kanye West & The Game

[The Game (Michel'le):]

(He was once a thug from around the way)

My life was never- (Eazy)

My life was never- (Eazy)

[The Game:]

Started in my Cutlass clutchin' heat like it's an open oven

Puffin' chronic, Puff and Biggie out the window, speaker subbin'

Runnin' to the crips, it ain't no discussion

Bullet wounds drenched in Hennessey and tea spoons of Robitussin

Head up faze, got a few concussion, yeah

Compton's amazed, Dr. Dre percussion

God, please grant my nigga eternal life, we need the beats

Aftermath where you fall asleep, you do not eat

And my belly is full, gorilla ridin' the bull

Banana clips in the pool, swan dive in Clase Azul

The opps, I'm on they ass

Grandmama whoopins in school

This Wilmington and Brazil where niggas die in they jewels

Too many Problems, too many YGs

So many ties to dollar signs, easy to end up on E

I got shot up like Columbine, the crips descended on me

Sign my name on the dotted line, that was Venice on beats

This is the way

[The Game (Michel'le):]

(He was once a thug from around the way)

My life was never- (Eazy)

My life was never- (Eazy)

[Kanye West:]

There it is, there it was

Don't interrupt just because it's no love

Shoulder shrug (Shrug)

How I ain't bring nothin' to the table, when I'm the table?

I'ma turn up the music, wake up the neighbors

I'ma get that "Thug life" tatted 'cross the navel

This is how I am in real life, not just on cable

"Mr. Narcissist," tell me 'bout my arrogance

No more counselin', I don't negotiate with therapists

God Ye, wanna let God in?

But tonight, I guess I'll let my pride win

Cousin Dre sent me scriptures, helped me see life better

Nigga, we havin' the best divorce ever

If we go to court, we'll go to court together

Matter of fact, pick up your sis', we'll go to Kourt's together

I watched four kids for like five hours today

I wear these Yeezy boots everywhere, even in the shower today

I got love for the nannies, but real family is better

The cameras watch the kids, y'all stop takin' the credit

Noncustodial dad, I bought the house next door

What you think the point of really bein' rich for?

When you give 'em everything they only want more

Boujee and unruly, y'all need to do some chores

Rich ass kids, this ain't yo mama's house

Climb on your brother's shoulders, get that top ramen out

God saved me from that crash

Just so I can beat Pete Davidson's ass (Who?)

And my new bitch bad, I know Illuminati mad

This that New-minati bitch

This that two Bugatti rich

This that "God did this"

Only God did this

There it is, there it was

Don't interrupt, just because

Ain't no love, shoulder shrug

Won't He do it? Yes He does

Won't He do it? Yes He does

Won't He do it?

[Kanye West (Michel'le):]

My life was never- (Eazy)

This next one gon' be- (Eazy)

[Michel'le:]

(He was once a thug from around the way)

(He was once a thug from around the way, easy)

(He was-he was)

(He was-he was)

(He was once a-once a-)

(Thug from a-thug from a-from around the way)

Burnin' Checks lyrics - The Game (feat. Fivio Foreign)

Everybody from New York, rappin' about my Adidas

And my chain, this, and this, and South Bronx and everything

I wanted to put my city on the map

Ayo, Peso, what these niggas want from me

Ha, it's Fivi'

Drillmatic mean all them small-ass handguns goin' to hibernation

Let's do it

Drill 'em (Drill 'em)

Straight out the coast, right by the ocean

We wet 'em up, niggas is soakin'

We in them Rari's, them bitches is floatin'

Know they can see us with the top open

Twin exhaust, show 'em what smoke is

I make the call, killers in motion

We leave 'em raw like dinner at Nobu

He don't want no beef, he only eat Tofu

Antisocial

The Draco talk, I don't speak to you

Pull up on the side of the car, just to see it shoot

Where them niggas that be with you, air out your vehicle

We ain't them niggas you hide from

Hit 'em in the knee and the thigh once

Turn a 6'5" nigga 5'1"

We got them opp packs

We roll up and smoke 'em to God Son

We burn up the mash, the gloves, the clothes, and raise hell 'til God come

I'm the live one

I'm the one that keep it lit

I'm the one they should remember

You the one they gon' forget

We ain't them niggas they thought that we was

We them real niggas that they said that they was

Gloves, mask, burner, check

Drugs, money, murder, sex

We ain't them niggas they thought that we was

We them real niggas that they said that they was

Gloves, mask, burner, check

Drugs, money, murder, sex

If I said I'm the king of New York, you'd be mad?

If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?

Nigga at, told him "Don't even ask"

Can a dead body jump out of a bag?

No monitor strapped on my ankle

I'm back in the city and I can't believe this shit

Got the biggest, baddest bitch in New York

Her name Liberty, I came to see the bitch

Still on that cedar shit, red cap

Smoke in the clouds, head back

If you ain't been stepped on in a clean ass pair of 1995 Air Max, dead that

He came to his senses

We walk in the club, it ain't for attention

Nigga tried to get me a free G-Wagon

I told him, "Fuck that, free Jimmy Henchman"

Fuck out my mentions, fuck all that talkin'

Come for the tension, we in them Benzes

Tunnel vision, even though the tunnel missin'

Me and this Nip' tat, we in the trenches

Brr, tey only call me for emergencies (They only call me for emergencies)

Of course, I can get him hit (Baow)

But I wanna do it myself and it's burnin' me (Baow)

Huh, yeah, nigga, the nerve of me (Nigga, the nerve of me)

'Cause I'm too rich (I'm too rich), but I still wanna do the hit (Grrt, baow)

Yeah, nigga, my gun is gettin' grown (Gun is gettin' grown)

I shoot a nigga on his own (On his own)

Try to leave it in the house (What?)

But the shit don't wanna stay home (Nah)

She give me everything she own (Ha)

Plus more (Plus more)

It's only me on the mountain of Rushmore (It's only me on the mountain, ah)

When I stab 'em, they gush more (Boom, boom, boom)

Huh, yeah, hey, it give me a rush more (It give me a rush more)

Huh, look, they copyin', too many of me (Uh)

Huh, I been in these streets (Yeah)

Nigga (Nigga), I got rich off of havin' beef (Baow)

I make 'em kill everything they see (Uh)

I just blew blood on this concrete, pussy (Huh, pussy)

I dare a nigga, try to harm me

If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad? (If I said I'm the king of L.A., you'd be mad?)

Huh, yeah, grrt, twistin' my fingers and holdin' my flag (Baow, boom)

Yeah, I said I'm the king of New York, that's a fact (New York my city, nigga)

When I'm in the city, the city don't know how to act (Nah, huh)

Yeah (When I'm in the city, the city don't know how to act)

But when they call me king, it get me gassed

When they promote an opp, it get me mad

And when they catch a score, it get me sad

But when we get 'em back, it get me glad

Uh, real different (Baow, baow, baow, real different)

He got bullets in him

(I see an opp and I'm hittin' a button, drill 'em)

If he survive, he gon' still feel it (Ha, woo, boom)

We ain't them niggas they thought that we was (Nah)

We them real niggas that they said that they was (Fivi', grrt)

Gloves, mask, burner, check (Baow, baow, baow)

Drugs, money, murder, sex (Boom)

We ain't them niggas they thought that we was (Nah)

We them real niggas that they said that they was (Yeah, grrt)

Gloves, mask, burner, check (Baow, baow, baow, baow)

Drugs, money, murder, sex

Clap for him, he made it to heaven

Clap for him, he made it to heaven

Checks

Checks

King of the drill

Voodoo lyrics - The Game (feat. BOA QG)

[BOA QG:]

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make a nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

[The Game:]

I rob, I jack, I steal, I look in the mirror every day

And I face my fears, they fear me 'cause my skin black as night

I just wanna feel, my appetite and kill

My competitions still, outside with the steel

I just wanna feed my daughter so I stick to corners up

All the homies locked up or dead

So I gotta step to step my performance up

'Cause all the groceries stores is out of formula

And my baby mama can't breastfeed

'Cause her mammogram would suggest she

Got stage three and stage fright

So I stayed up all these late nights

And I cook, I clean, I change diapers like a mother would

Damn, baby shit had me throwin' up

Had me rollin' up yet another 'Wood

So I smoke to calm my nerves

Sometimes I let niggas words push me off the cliff

One arm hangin' off the ledge

Fuckin' on top of bed bugs, dirty sheets

Cum stains, blood stains

Washin' powder, ten dollars each

Can't wash the money 'cause we out of bleach

Rain in the sky, pain in my eyes, baby cries when they hungry

Snortin' tears in they nostrils, if anybody ask why I shot you

It's cause-

[BOA QG:]

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make a nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

[The Game:]

Trigger finger on the F&N (F&N)

I don't give a F&N (F&N)

Niggas know not to F with him

'Cause I don't even F with them or F around

Backpack to back, that pack to pound

Strapped in the town with no lost and found

No water in the park pool, still niggas drown

Don't call yourself king, out here they steal niggas crowns

Out here they steal niggas bitch, out here, I dare you make a sound

Everybody on the Porsche with torches, no Porsche lights

No 911, no Porsche lights

Barkin' with my dawgs and these Hellcats runnin' red lights, havin' horse fights

With the sticks on us when we hit corners

With the bricks on us like it's Fortnite

Bernie stone cold, all these long souls

On these long roads in this short life

Got me sniffin' the glue out of brown bag

Voices talkin' to me through this clown mask

Layin' in the pool of blood that's not mine

With a Glock .9 takin' sound baths

My uncle told me there'll be days like this

Olde English sippin' with the K like this

Cross my lap, cross my heart

Hope to die, live more pain like this

Ain't no regret, that's the code we kept

Can't lay still so we overstep

Through the nightmares, all the soldiers slept

Nine years old when he stole a TEC and said-

[BOA QG:]

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make a nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22

Young nigga, we'll step on you

Young nigga drop a check on you

Chopper make a nigga lean on you

Shot yo' mans up made 'em bleed on you

Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo

Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"

I'm, I'm a menace and a robber

Home Invasion lyrics - The Game

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton

With a militant mindset and an innocent conscience

He got into some nonsense

Nigga jumped in the car with a strap out

Just got done mixin' dope in the trap house, black out

Back out, rags out, stack house, tap out

Trigger finger itchy, lookin' for opps

In the city where these niggas do not

Fuck around when they holdin' them Glocks

Drop the top while you ride in the drop

In the kitchen like we know Betty Crock'

Cook the dope, take it out of the pot

Rock it up then we back on the block

Niggas jaw-jackin' while the cars passin'

Started jackin' Dickies, that's our fashion

Turn the lights off when in lost fashion

Niggas in the field, playin' all Madden

Assassin, we back-to-back in Impalas and Cadillac

Escalate us, matte black with cactus sticks

Hangin' out the back of it

Niggas don't know the half of it

We come through like we cappin' shit

Ski maskin' shit, click-clack and shit

All in your mail, open packages

On this Compton shit, demonish it

Chronic kicks with confidence, ominous

Obviously, probably be high as fuck

And that's why we trippin', I'ma mind this shit

Running over prominent neighborhoods just to bring our mama shit

Dominant niggas shit, they gon' wish they left us on the biggest continent

Hood politics, the drama gets sticky, hollow tips, I'm lettin' off fifty

Out of it 'cause I'm ridin' round tipsy, promise this is payback for Nipsey

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Compton

Through a rag in his pocket and start callin' it Bompton

He was nickel and dimin', it was the sign of the times when-

Nigga had to take a deep breath

I tried walkin' straight past him, I see T-Flats and they askin'

I got on my kakis, my rag is hangin' out the back under my backpack

And all my homies in a casket

That's why I'm standin' in the Gap with this ratchet

Tryna get to Tams after that walk, all the way to Athens

So what the fuck is up? My knuckles up

My daddy always told me that I had to toughen up

I got my hat backwards and the strap back in

I ain't had a thought if they was buckled up

I've been outside since I was jumped in

In my hood, they call that Double Dutch

This Cedar Block where heaters pop

And we catch fades, come get this uppercut

Back home with the lights off and the roaches

Can't write shit, can't rap, can't focus

Got blunt burns in my grandma sofa

I'm hopin' I don't end up hopeless

Used to play ball, dribble the rock and fuck roaches

Stack bread whether or not it got molded

IRS circle the block, it's not over

Ain't lettin' niggas get shot without motives

All dead niggas' blocks we drive over

Never look back or stop for y'all vultures

Drive straight over the top of y'all Focus

Ready or not, we 'bout to take over

We soldiers, hold 'em, not fold 'em, boulders is rollin' like Otis

Tempted to take the controller out your hand, fuck my composure

Windows get rolled down, we smokin', enemies, opps and whoever

Outside, no matter the weather, handguns is light as a feather

Fly off the handle, you die, no, we ain't waitin' to ride

We cop your slice of the pie and tell 'em they spacin' the sky

Once upon a time, it was a nigga from Bompton

With a flow like a monster who was movin' that contraband

Damn, y'all niggas is sick

You bet' not hold your breath in this bitch

Pressin' the issue, new vet, I'ma show you what the shit do

New TEC and it's military issue, see blood so it definitely hit you

Ayy, Blood, what they do with all the tissue?

Pass around at the funeral, it's unusual

To see his opps standin' in the background, laugh now

No pat downs, I'm in here with the strap now

Blatt, blatt, blatt, brratt, it's a wrap, niggas ain't comin' back

It's a wrap, you can tell 'em, I said it, nigga been dead and we still ain't dead it

And the whole block live, ten Glock .9s, everybody on they lives, nigga

My team vs. your team, they don't want a sofa, tell 'em take a dive, nigga

Black lives matter, don't they? But niggas kill niggas, won't they?

Pull up on the corner, leave you laid out next to the lady sellin' alote

It's "Gang gang" 'til it's time to roleplay

He was ballin' at a nigga, OJ

We in and out and we ain't have to crochet

I'm a small criminal, Annie, are you okay?

I was robbin' niggas, I was jackin' for beats

I was baldhead when my khakis creased

Jumpin' over fences, what the athletes feed?

I was onto Compton, I was packin' heat

Never met D-Wade yet, never hit the 101 Freeway yet

In the game but ain't say EA yet, Outkast ain't made 3K yet

I was in your house, like-

O.P.P. lyrics - The Game (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[DMX:]

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

[The Game:]

You's an opp if an opp with you, ain't got time to play

Got this iced out AP on my wrist, bitch, I got time today

We off liquor, takin' shots, yeah, I brought my nine today

Catch a fish with the tartar sauce is what I'm tryna say

Told Paul, "Play the beat", did it all from A to Z, who the fuck fadin' me?

I bleed the scene, brand new AMG, leave a nigga on A&E

Don't play with me, it ain't no game with me, just good aim with me

Your gang, that ain't no gang to me, you niggas lame to me

I went on two licks with two sticks and two Crips for two days

With two TECs and two Ks, for new fits and new Js

My new bitch go two ways, them bricks gone, it's too late

Them two blicks on two opps, take two shots, it's touché

Say you on your block and we gon' come and knock your block off

Say you on top and we gon' come and knock your top off

Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gettin' dropped off

Say you poppin' shots, we won't let you get a shot off

Say you with the steppers, we gon' knock them niggas socks off

Say you want fire, we gon' come and turn the pots off

Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff

Lookin' for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

You a fuckin' opp, enemy, O.P.P., bitch, play with me

Got .223s, bitch, swing at me and resolve the bling, dead body

Funerals and pallbearers for your team, dirty chopper

Put the same nigga on it that had dissed me, they know about it

Say he want it with me, turned us out, we clap your ass

Do or die, it's you or me, killer get shot, I been on that

I been in them streets, don't fuckin' listen what my pastor said

Since a child, my mama said, "He play and then you smash his ass"

I whacked the mans, know they tryna count me out

Thirty round Glock and a photo just came out

They wonder, I'm hangin' out, baow, baow

I close his mouth, I'ma make sure that the nigga can't talk

Let him go in, catch him when he walk out

Know I want bitter, I'm straight out that North, yeah

[The Game:]

Say you on your block and we gon' come and knock your block off

Say you on top and we gon' come and knock your top off

Oh, you in the drop, yeah, them bullets gettin' dropped off

Say you poppin' shots, we won't let you get a shot off

Say you with the steppers, we gon' knock them niggas socks off

Say you want fire, we gon' come and turn the pots off

Gs all around me and we Gucci, not the knockoff

Lookin' for them chickens in your kitchen, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

You an opp, you and opp and you know-, with the hot sauce

[DMX:]

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

You an opp nigga

Outside lyrics - The Game (feat. YG)

Say you from Compton, but you ain't from Compton

I'm Charles Bronson when I swing this Tompson

You call it Bompton, but you ain't from Bompton

Not the way I seen it, you took the scenic

You at the convenient store when it's convenient

Buster ass, nigga don't know the difference between Al to Dina

Pass Hadina, you ain't never got your own kaki's the cleaners

Or seen Serena, swingin' them rackets, playin' tennis

When I was in my tennis swingin', the ratchet Kendrick

Let me get some matches, walk these niggas by Athens

Park after dark, when niggas get active and shit get brackin'

Bunch of westside niggas, writin' leftside niggas

Who Notorious for doin' shit, just like they Bed-Stuy niggas

I ate at Tams, you got it brought to you

You a bitch, you's a buster, you's a mark, you's a prostitute

Ain't no bullets hit you, they ricocheted off your roof

You could've came outside and still survived, nigga, I'm walkin' proof

Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window

We was outside

We was puttin' two Swishas together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos

We was outside ('Side, outside, ha)

I seen dead bodies got pallet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty

Niggas stole my pitbull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody

Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures

We was outside (Yeah)

Suu Whooper, 400 block trooper

Whoever in my way, them bullets shootin' through you

Bompton City G, nigga, you a foofer

Fuck with the gang and you gon' learn, I'ma be the tutor

Burgundy bandana flag hangin'

Really from the gang, my nigga, audible, this name's ring

Twistin' my fingers while the chain's swangin'

Like, fuck this rap shit, niggas gangbangin'

I'm richer than you niggas, y'all don't want smoke with me

Bulletproof the truck and the shooter's ready to go for me

I fronted niggas work, they ain't pay me, so now, they owin' me

Tell 'em, "Don't trip", pass 'em the blick and tell 'em, "Blow for me"

I really from the war, really

I really do a sneak attack, just to up the score

I don't panic, we got a panic room at the crib

Shooter's on the roof, really? You ain't livin' how I live

Gotta watch them niggas who only seen the hood from out they window

We was outside

We was puttin' two Swishas together, smokin' chronic in back to back extendos

We was outside ('Side, outside, ha)

I seen dead bodies got pallet holes and the Cutlass from the shotty

Niggas stole my pitbull, I'm 'bout to kill somebody

Still don't know how to hit switches, ain't in none of the hood pictures

We was outside (Yeah)

La La Land lyrics - The Game

What has ADHK done to you, brother?

Has any HK jumped out and beat you up?

Has any BK Bloods jumped out and fucked you up?

Has any three? Any Tre's got out here and fucked you up?

Has any of them three came over here and fucked you up?

Or did anything to you?

It's a simple question, that's yes or no

Everybody wanna come to La La Land

Everybody wanna come to La La Land

Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?

It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at

Tourists get they hand shot off, throwin' up a dub

Since niggas killed Pac, ain't no California love

O.T. and Snoop C-Walkin' in the middle of the SoFi

My braids to the back, no cap, like I don't lie

Miss my nigga Nip', on the hood, wish we both died

If you see the red rose on Slauson, I got love on both sides

As-salamu alaykum, Muslims out here steppin' in they bowties

Y'all worried 'bout gas, eses watchin' coke rise

Ay, homie, what size them Js? Nigga, your size?

And like a baby at the park, my niggas gon' slide

Everybody wanna come to La La Land

Everybody wanna come to La La Land

Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?

It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at

Put on a L.A. hat and niggas think they safe

And it ain't no slidin' home if you get caught on third base

You know that Yankee fitted, that's Nutty Blocc

Seattle Mariners, a '60s Crip, and they cuttin' raw

That Cincinnati Reds, that's Cedar Block

The Angels of Athens Park, if you wear it, don't leave the block

Kansas City Royals, that's Kitchen Crip

And the T on that Rangers is some Eight Tray gangster shit

St. Louis Cardinals, you see the black peace stones in that

Crenshaw Mafia steppin' in the Minnesota Twins hat

The H on that Houston Astros is Hoover

The Oakland A's is Avalon, they got all the shooters

Philly's of the Pirates is Pyru

You better run that red light, the Grape Streets right beside you

In all purple, and they high, too

Everybody wanna come to La La Land

Everybody wanna come to La La Land

Where them Dodger hats and Impalas at?

It's my city, I'm the nigga that you holler at

Change The Game lyrics - The Game (feat. Ty$)

Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free

You're now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G.A.M.E

It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker (Dolla $ign)

Wrist nigga, big tipper, quarter mil', my wrist, nigga

It's the Numinati (Bitches) move your body (This is)

The newest Audi, gassin' on the 'Shaw next to Snoop and Rowdy

(Niggas) Movin' oppy, so we in the coupe with shottys

And my nigga Ye just pulled up in two Bugattis

Don't ask me how, these Hit-Boy classic sounds

Put the Draco on my face, you can't back me down

Soon as the bass drop, asses bounce

And bitches just like the blunts, they get passed around

Give me the chronic or the cookies, the woods gon' spark to it

Niggas tryna ride our wave, we bringin' the sharks to it

Where my dawgs at? Glocks gon' bang in the dark to it

Brought the Westside back, C-Walk in the park to it

Game mode, 'bout to change my name to 3Pacs, nigga

I'm like three Pacs steppin' in classic Reeboks, nigga

We shoot 'til it's empty, then we box niggas

It's like an R hangin' from your neck when we Roc niggas

Don't change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we supposed

Ty Dolla in this bitch

And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips

Don't change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we supposed

Hurricane in the house, nigga

Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

Still here, never left

Bandana on my right, Nip tatted on my chest

Feel the Hit-Boy drums when they drummin' on the West

Chronic smoke in her lungs got her rubbin' on her breasts

What's next? Pourin' champagne on the rose

'Bout to fuck her in the rain 'til her nipples get cold, uh-huh

Numinati, put the ice on the gold

Got her livin' out the Birkin 'cause my life on the road

Whether in or out of town, I gotta floss the Dezzi

Get shot, I tell the block, "All dogs go to Heaven"

I'm not gon' stop, them tops is gon' drop

The opps is gon' rot, them guns is gon' pop

Been rich for twenty years, this is not your level

On a show in a Hellcat, I just shot the devil

Uh, Drillmatic up and the bars comin' from Attica

I stopped smoking weed and I'm goin' back to Africa

Don't change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we supposed

Ty Dolla in this bitch

And we high, we ride in that Impala with the clips

Don't change the game for these hoes

Plays the game like we supposed

Hurricane in the house, nigga

Switch hitter, brick flipper, bitch getter, nigga

How Far I Came lyrics - The Game (feat. Roddy Ricch)

[Roddy Ricch:]

(Hit-Boy)

Ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling

Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness

I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch

The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with

Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine

Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes

Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain

Just imagine how far a nigga came

You can't imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

[The Game:]

Nigga, I came out the trenches

Catchin' fades on them blue line benches

I kept a Glock, used to pull mine, trippin'

Bust a shot, found a trashcan and threw mine in it

Momma mad about the rag, I had to tuck in the Jansport

Walkin' past the Compton sheriffs, fuck them and court

Water cut off, I had to get it when my hands short

Took the strap and slapped the shit out my momma landlord

My little sister wanted cereal

So I had them Honey Grahams on imperial

Period, interior on the Cutlass, I'm serious

Orange foam hangin' out like it was bit by a terrier

And where I'm from, niggas ain't got that many options

On the corner with the rocket, gettin' gone, we ran the option

Before Dr. Dre, I was slangin' rock to the doctors

I gots to get mine and get the fuck out of Compton, nigga

[Roddy Ricch:]

Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling

Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness

I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch

The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with

Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine

Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes

Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain

Just imagine how far a nigga came

You can't imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

[The Game:]

I used to walk up on a nigga like, "Excuse me, bitch

What's your name? Where you from?

Do you bang? Cop a plea?

Nigga, I'll take you out tonight"

Yeah, that was my '03 mindstate

Every nigga you see with me is guilty of boostin' the crime rate

When the blick deploys, it make instant noise

Put a hole in a nigga size of a Chips Ahoy

Now, gang with Hit, and we'll hit your boy

Which one of you rappers or producers wanna get destroyed?

Everything before this is non-valid

Take your roof off, you'll be sittin' in the backseat with Khaled

I'm not your average, my status is toe-tag

And I be with twenty-one niggas a lot, we all savage

Then I got a lot of baggage but it's Goyard now

Meanin' I squeeze through the crack where the dope got found

[Roddy Ricch:]

Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling

Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness

I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch

The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with

Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine

Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes

Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain

Just imagine how far a nigga came

You can't imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

Imagine how far I came

Heart Vs. Mind lyrics - The Game

Mustard on the beat, ho

Loyalty, lawyer fees

Gas prices, oil fees

Passive aggressive pastors cheating you out your royalties

Whippin' the Fivio foreign

All offers show money

More money, more problems is better than no money

Your money is your money, it's not mine

So why would I rob you of your manhood and your grind?

Heart versus mind

Life in a times

Of S. Carter's the reason I wrote my rhymes

This might be the perfect time when Earth aligns

Bombs goin' off all around me, I got Durk in mind

I usually spaz' but Beyonce had to re-work them lines

Never know who watching thats why Malcolm had to jerk them blinds

I trust nobody

Niggas'll kill you, leave no body

Niggas ain't got no room key

So why are they sittin' in your lobby?

Wanna put you in a box like they know Roddy

Tryna ride a wave but these Frank Oceans so choppy

Tryna ride a wave (Tryna ride a wave)

If you gon' do that (You gon' do that)

At least screen, "Free Max B" or somethin' (Max B or somethin')

When the lights turn off and the cameras go out

All your homies in the wind and the candles blown out

They spray paint over your mural, disrespect you after death

They gon' do the same for me, I wouldn't expect nothing less

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

R.I.P. to X, can I make music for a thug?

Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?

Say, you can't walk in the rain without stompin' in the mud (In the mud)

Say, you can't walk in the rain without— (Rain without)

Somebody call Kirk Franklin (Somebody call Kirk Franklin)

I need a witness (I need a witness)

A witness to the unsolved murders to Big' and Pac

A witness like the witness who witnessed for Nip' and Pop

I don't care if he Jehovah's, I don't care if he a opp

Can we really call it snitchin' if a legend getting shot?

The plot thickens, six feet deep, the plot thickens

The AP off the wrist so the time stop tickin'

Who wake up on they last day, thinkin' it's they last day?

Guns still smokin', so is the roaches in the ashtray

Longevity, I hope my opps live to seventy

I wish Bill Russell's lifespan on all you niggas with jealousy

The rings too, Ringo Starr, that's what I bring through

A lot of sticks and drums, stare right into the ring too (Ring too)

Look right in the camera, let it ring too (Let it ring)

Slugs crawlin' out the TV like The Ring Two

Float like a butterfly, sting too

I lost my mind in the middle of the ring too

When the lights turn off and the cameras go out

All your homies in the wind and the candles blown out

They spray paint over your mural, disrespect you after death

They gon' do the same for me, I wouldn't expect nothing less

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood

R.I.P. to X, can I make music for a thug?

Can I teach a young heart to show his mind how to love?

Say, you can't walk in the rain without stompin' in the mud (In the mud)

Can't walk in the rain and step on Virgil's Off-White rug (Off-White rug)

It go (It go)

Heart versus mind, love on who loves you 'cause we runnin' out of time (Runnin' out of time)

It go heart versus mind, hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doin' nine (Doin' nine)

Heart versus mind, love on who loves you 'cause we— ('Cause we—)

Heart versus mind, hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doin' nine (Nine)

Hard to think about myself when Brittney Griner doin' nine (Nine)

No Smoke At The Polo Lounge lyrics - The Game (feat. Jeremih)

[The Game:]

People say

Had a shorty in the studio the other night from Gothenburg, Sweden (Love is just for purity)

Asked me can she have some champagne (Bongo By The Way)

She looked surprised when I said, "Yeah" (But it's got to be more)

I told her, "Look baby, in here, the Veuve Clicquot is like Sprite, that's all you (Than just cash to me, don't you understand me, girl?)

You got all the wrong niggas in the right room, ya heard?"

(Yeah)

(Here we go)

I got the Devil tap dancing on my shoulder, don't I?

Got them Angel wings on that Veneno Roadster, won't I?

Up the FN like it's effin', I move the section like, "F it"

Move around the hood on niggas like they move my papers to Geffen

My reflection remind me of a nigga from the Chi' steppin'

Glock, Kevin Hart complexion

We bang shots in every direction

Clean up our messes, remove suppressors

You ever had a bullet removed from the inside of your motherfuckin' intestines?

Homie, don't you know we make no mistakes?

We OD with the Dracs like OB, break

Compton niggas get the cake, wait

Bompton niggas get the cake, weigh it on scales

All else fails, we put the packs on whales

We like Chanel, you will never get this crack on sale

We cut the rat from its tail if that pack, go stale

Somebody?

Anybody? (Yeah)

Catch a body

[Jeremih:]

Oh, oh, oh (Here we go), yeah

Pray for me, I seen it all in my dreams (My dreams)

Heard some talks in my void

Been some things I ain't seen

Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove

Pray they don't want no smoke, no

If it's me, I want smoke

Ooh, ooh

If it's me I want smoke, oh, once (Here we go)

[The Game (Jeremih):]

Catch you in my crosshairs, you better have God with you

This is Death Row, I hope Suge and all them niggas from the mob with you

I got this bitch on me, she just wanna vibe with you

I ain't gon' lie, your bitch with you, shit, she might just die with you

Y'all thought it was ride, or never mind, I'm so ahead of time

Tomorrow at three, I shot at your pants seven times

Ain't no scope on this motherfucker, the TEC is blind

Disrespectin' mine, chopper eat a nigga, Jeffrey Dahm'

The guns is on the bitches, I let 'em pat me down

Every time, then the second time

Distract 'em knowin' that she the next in line

Walk up on you NBA YoungBoys like, "This section mine"

And fuck the opps, we got the club surrounded like a hexagon

My opps is every nigga in the west opps (Hmm)

Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh), yeah

Hopefully, by now you on your ten-billionth play, KDot, what's up? (Here we go)

[Jeremih:]

Pray for me, I seen it all in my dreams

Heard some talks in my void

Been some things I ain't seen

Pray for me, don't mind me by my stove

Pray they don't want no smoke, no

If it's me, I want smoke

Ooh, ooh

If it's me I want smoke, oh, once (Here we go)

Mm-mm-mm

Mm-mm-mm

Mm-mm-mm

No Man Falls lyrics - The Game (feat. Pusha T & 2 Chainz)

[Pusha T:]

No man fall, we all crutches

I dancehall, I blame Dudus

I don't smile, the chain blushes

In my Ukraine, there's no Russias

Kalashnikov, don't piss me off

Walk down with the Special, turn your grizzly off

Memory off, memory loss

Put the fire out in a nigga attic, turn his chimney off

Simply boss, the cross between God body and John Gotti

No Sammy the Bull could tell where we hide bodies

So why try me? My young niggas going kamikaze

Frank White, meet me in the lobby

Shooter's got a bullet with your name on it

Always got a method to my madness, bring the pain on it

I will leave a stain on it, make me go insane on it

See me with the gang so you know I put The Game on it, Push

[The Game:]

Drugs like we got a membership

These are the keys you cannot start a engine with

Mario Brothers, we stand on bricks

So many extendos, it's like I'm the third member of the Clipse

For real, why would I ever lie to you?

If it's beef, I'll pick your baby mama up, and your son

Strap that lil' nigga in his car seat, make her drive to you

Draw you out the house and let both them go

Balenciaga mask on like, "Where'd COVID go?"

Walk in Delilah's forty-deep like I own Death Row

Say it with my chest, wearing no vest, though

Aftermath in the rearview, so I drove for you

Without the chain, without the ring

The one I bought with my advance when them ounces came

What 50 look like doing the Verzuz without The Game?

Earth, Wind & Fire, Ron Isley without the cane?

And where would I be without the 'caine?

Probably the same place Aubrey Graham would be without Lil Wayne

Same place Kendrick Lamar would be without Sherane

Same place Michael Jackson'd be without Jermaine

The Jackson Four just don't hit the same

We the new dope, take that Fentanyl out your veins

First thing I did was cut it when them couches came

Sold all that rock and still wouldn't vouch for Dame

[2 Chainz:]

Okay, I'm really one of them, chains, got a bunch of them

Brunch with billionaires, they look around like I snuck in here

Plus I smell like money from my skully to my underwear

Couple diamond chains with some diamond chains up under there

F and N with hollow tips, I ain't with the politics

Screensaver was a room filled with a thousand bricks

You know how I'm coming, boo, make it hard to swallow it

If you don't see me shining, bitch, you need a optometrist

Leather all year 'round, color coffee brown

Always with my dog like I'm Charlie Brown

As far as the style, this shit is hardly found

I got the Holy Ghost, somebody calm me down

This for street niggas who ain't got they first Rollie

This for drug dealers who know when 12 patrollin'

This for real bitches that know when niggas be phony

Crime pays the most and you niggas can't afford it

Tony Alimony, married to the streets

Her ass fat, legs bony, the J's know me

'Cause I used to have glass on me, and strippers know me

'Cause I come and throw cash on 'em, slap 'em like a bag, boy (Yeah)

And when I take her on a date, she need a passport (Uh)

I got her ass done, I got her what she asked for

I told her to bring her friend, I'ma pay for her (Pay)

Then kicked her out the group chat, she had a Android

This sample sound like auntie on the dancefloor (Auntie)

It sound like a hundred pounds in the bando (Bando)

It sound like a fucking coupe filled with ammo

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (Yeah)

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo' (Yeah)

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'

It sound like a Rolls, Maybach, and Lambo'

[The Game:]

It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse

It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse

It sound like a '64 in a glasshouse

Riding through Compton, hitting switches with the ass out

You're much too good for me

Chrome Slugs & Harmony lyrics - (feat. Lil Wayne & G Herbo)

We got London on da Track

Not against rap

We're not against rappers

But we are against those thugs

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

It's the thuggish, ruggish bone

Gotta hit 'em up

Give it to 'em like Pac when I dig 'em up

Tell a nigga, "What?" I had call 'em to pick him up

I got them killers with triggers that's waitin' in front of your house 'til the sun down

Hop out the Bentley with figures then walk in the strip club, they can't put the ones down

Nigga, tell the whole club that I Glock

Shot for shot, I'ma air at your block

I'ma put him in a knot

He come with them niggas, I'ma hit him with the dot, dot, dot

Smokin' Cubans, Cubans on my neck, I want pure gun smoke

Let a nigga know, I'ma put a snubnose to a nigga nose

All my soldiers servin' dope

Crackin' eggs, pourin' yolk

Hit the feds with the fifth, going fishin' with the pole

Never snitch, never fold, dragging Chevys on the road

Hittin' switches, hittin' homes

When they smile, you see gold

We kickin' them doors, we wavin' them fours

We came with the blicky, just give me your cash

'Cause niggas be dyin' every twenty-four

Hand to hand with the work 'cause it give and go

So let a nigga know (We got London on da Track)

So let a nigga know

Never slippin', Tune and Herbo, we get the racks

Thuggish, ruggish

Thugged out (I'm thuggin')

Thugged out, yeah

Thugged out (I'm thuggin')

I'm thugged out, yo

Thugged out (Bitch, I'm thuggin')

Thugged out, yeah

Thugged out (Bitch, I'm thuggin')

I'm thugged out

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (She thuggin')

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (She thuggin')

Murder, I'm thugged out, thuggin'

I'm thuggin' (Murder), yeah

I'm thugged out, thuggin', yeah

Herbo, I'm with the rump, skip bump

Gang bang on my block, I'm one of one

Paid homage to my opps, they got slump

Went to school with a Glock when I got jumped

Momma told me to stop, I'm her only son

Hit to do a five shots, it was only fun

Homicide came by, I was on a run

And when shit got hot, we let off a drum

I did everything under the sun

I walk on the moon

Make the whole crowd move when I walk in a room

Got two new coupes, when I start 'em and vroom

And that S580, I'm coppin' it soon

I hop out the 'Vert when I'm pop into work

Nigga run up on me, he gon' pop in his tomb

Send his momma balloons, I'm mobbin' with goons

I yell, "Fuck twelve" like I'm talkin' to noon

I'm thuggin' for life

I'm just twenty-six, I went against the government twice

I'm covered in ice

Ain't none of us nice, I'll die for my brothers tonight

Stay humble, I might

I'm really that nigga, take fire and cover the mic

It's blood in my sight

I laid in the dark and just try and come to the light

It's the thuggish, ruggish

Thugged out (I'm thuggin')

Thugged out, yeah

Thugged out (I'm thuggin')

I'm thugged out, yo

Thugged out (Bitch, I'm thuggin')

Thugged out, yeah

Thugged out (Bitch, I'm thuggin')

I'm thugged out

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (She thuggin')

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (She thuggin')

Murder, I'm thugged out, thuggin'

I'm thuggin' (Murder), yeah

I'm thugged out, thuggin', yeah

It's about to be a murder, a bloody murder

This baby chopper eat a nigga like some Gerber

And ain't a handgun but I'm palmin' it, normally, I tote an armory

And this Tommy gun on me, prefer that you call him, "Thomas"

And them long guns spit like Bone Thugs, leave you boneless, nigga

Pick you off like pepperoni, nigga

I got horsepower, you a pony, nigga

I ain't got opponents, nigga

Meet me at the crossroads 'cause you ain't on them corners, nigga

Thuggin' since Bone Thugs, been young thug to a grown thug

Bone a bitch like PornHub

She gon' miss me like Uncle Charles' blood

M squeeze, I just lick 'em off

M-D, all these meds I'm on

Chuck Ts, got the ravens on 'em

Big Bs, call me, "Brazy Bone," yeah

Big Bs, call me, "Brazy Bone," yeah

Big Bs, call me, "Brazy Bone," yeah

M squeeze, I just lick 'em off

Big beam, got the ribbon on

Big B, call me, "Brazy Bone," yeah

It's the thuggish, ruggish

Thugged out (I'm thuggin')

Thugged out, yeah

Thugged out (I'm thuggin')

I'm thugged out, yo

Thugged out (Bitch, I'm thuggin')

Thugged out, yeah

Thugged out (Bitch, I'm thuggin')

I'm thugged out

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (She thuggin')

Murder (I'm thuggin'), a bloody murder (She thuggin')

Murder, I'm thugged out, thuggin'

I'm thuggin' (Murder), yeah

I'm thugged out, thuggin', yeah

Start From Scratch II lyrics - The Game

Yo son, if that nigga Prodigy was standin' in my face right now

He'll say "Yo, dunn, you know I really fuck with you"

That's why a nigga out here in Kingston, smokin' the loud

Playin' nothin' but Mobb Depp on this motherfuckin'

And the first I ever had on The Documentary came from that nigga Havoc

So I gotta thank (You)

Looked out for a nigga, I owe you one

If I could start from scratch, I'd change hella shit

Would've never went to Hot97 with hella clips

Wouldn't have took Yayo spot even though he irrelevant

I could've left them niggas alive, now I'm stuck with they skeletons

I defended Nas, Joe and 'Kiss, like fuck this group shit

Murder was the case, so I was in New York on my Snoop shit

Shouldn't have told this nigga I'm ridin' in his coupe with

Everybody an opp, shoot, I don't care who you hit

Should've married my baby momma

Either one, probably save me from the drama

Made where my kids stay hotter than a sauna

Had me runnin' from my karma, sometimes a nigga gotta (Get away)

Take some time off, clear my head, clear your thoughts

If it weren't them lines crossed

I hop up in a beamer with your girl, you ain't seen her

'Cause we headed to Jamaica on a (Getaway)

If my opps listenin', fuck (You)

Some times a nigga gotta (Get away)

Middle finger in the air, fuck (You)

If I get locked with the Glock

Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Getaway)

If I can rewind the hands of time

I would've walked in the club and let it blam with Shyne

I would've told BIG about the Rampart

If you ain't from here, don't come here, you feel it in the air

Just (Get away) stay dangerous

And when I got the stainless, I aimed it

Middle finger in the air, fuck (You) and your family, nigga

Picture me sellin' my soul for a GRAMMY, nigga

If I could start it all over, I would've have went there tipsy

And clapped when they gave it to Missy

It ain't no jealousy with (You) like that convo with Jay

Maybe I misunderstood what he was tryna say

I had to (Get away) and head back to LA

Keep it real, I ain't talked to Hov' again to this day

If I wasn't hardheaded, could've been signed to the Roc

But I'm not, blown opportunity, too many shots

I let it (Get away)

If my opps listenin', fuck (You)

Sometimes a nigga gotta (Get away)

Middle finger in the air, fuck (You)

If I get locked with the Glock

Tell my daughter that her daddy on a (Get away)

You ain't been fuckin' with me all this time

Stay there, fuck (You)

This rap shit'll take your life

So sometimes you gotta (Get away)

What We Not Gon' Do lyrics - The Game

Do women sit on social media

You sit around (Yes)

"Oh, everybody killin' everybody"

But you never tell the truth

That it's been a thousand shootings and homicides

Trickle back down to you runnin' your fuckin' mouth

Or you callin' somebody, and exaggeratin' 'cause you feel disrespected

Stop callin' people

You get into an argument with somebody on the block

That's it, leave it there

You call your brother, now these niggas goin' through it the whole Summer

And then somebody child die 'bout it

That, that's your fault

Been through it all, man

Blood, sweat and tears

Niggas is dead and shit

The fuck else can happen, yo?

Won't think once more or some, I'm out, man

I done seen it all, been through it all

Y'all niggas know right now, word to mother, for real, for real

That's the truth, y'all lyin'

What we not gon' do is look at the next man jewelry

Real or fake, all the shinin' ain't new to me

I'm only interested in the opposite sex

'Cause when the sex get monogamous, I get a text

Like "Who you in the club with? Why you next to her?"

'Cause women all the wallpaper when I'm decoratin' earth

What we not gon' do is talk about how you hurt

When you was online earlier talkin' 'bout your purse

All she did was twerk, what you doin' now is worst

Guess bein' in a relationship is like a gift and a curse

And I got the blueprint too, so excuse me miss

The AP out, that's when the room get lit

And I maneuver through the club with the tool equipped

Put niggas on ice, you ain't met a nigga cool as this

So stop with all the receipts, 'cause the truth is this

I ain't even shoot my shot, I had to assist

And how rude is this, you went through my shit

You make a ass out of you and me, assumin' shit

I told you the truth, how you gon' tell me?

When I knew me longer than you, it's only been six months

So what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do

When you called the cops on me, you called the cops on you

You in a situation, I ain't tryna knock on door

But don't fuck up mine

'Cause what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do

It's a lot of real niggas not here to speak for themselves

That's where I come in, to stand in the gap between them and what needs to be heard

I got the Drac', but I'm out y'all view

Meanin' I got the drop, but the top don't move

And you gon' need a plot, if I'm plottin' on you

Call the block on me, I put the block on you

I might drive out to Vegas, let two Glocks loose

It's a Suge Knight, the seven-forty Tupac proof

Your homie use you as a shield, so who shot who?

And you got everybody back, but who got you?

And what we not gon' do is say the murders are solved

But they gettin' football numbers if you murder the law

I know a nigga had an argument that led to his death

I know if they ain't never argued, then he wouldn't have left

I got a neighbor bein' held against his will

Jumped off, slapped the star, she ain't satisfy steel

That's why I'm gon' chill (Chill)

'Cause when your girl the biggest stepper, it's hard to swallow that pill

Nah, nigga

So what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do

When you called the cops on me, you called the cops on you

You in a situation, I ain't tryna knock on door

But don't fuck up mine

'Cause what we not gon' do is what we not gon' do

Fortunate lyrics - The Game (feat. Kanye West, Dreezy & CHILLER)

Yo, Ye

Yo

Yo, I'm at the London, I need you to swing by, pick me up

On my way

Aight

Look, let me tell you why they call it Lambchop

'Cause I'm a G.O.A.T. in the roaster, sandlot

Big dawg, baseball, sniffin' 'til your face off

Only makin' short stops, the Apple call me A-Rod

This is thirty for thirty, out the six-god

Everybody Thanos 'til you show up with a hit squad

Brick squad, ten-seventeen out the trunk

Timbaland know the chopper go bra-rum-ba-bum-bum

Billie Eilish, I go stylish, Ivan Drago

Wrist rocky, nigga, I go viral

Suicidal doors up, touch the Eiffel

On a cross next to Yeezy like they crucified you

Michael, Michael Jordan, Tyson, Michael Myers

Grab the mic and I'm a killer for hire, man

On the freeway, dippin' with IMA

Don Cheadle when I'm grippin' the iron, man

Ye

I'm him, I'm him

I'm, I'm, I'm him, I'm him

I might have to drop the Yeezy swim

Just, just to get Yeezy to swim

She said "Yeezy need to drop it in her windpipe" (Her windpipe)

Still ain't met a ho that I didn't wife (Didn't wife)

"Since his momma passed, he ain't been right" (Been right)

Rich nigga shit, this a different life (Different life)

Shit too cloudy when you get your ice (Get your ice)

Old school Audi, man, that shit nice (Shit nice)

Two joints hangin' out the balcony

If a another bitch give me The Alchemy

Tell me this her favorite book what I'm bound to see

What, what, what, what

How many niggas had it out for me?

Did you tell your girlfriends that you down to leave? (To leave)

You so fortunate

'Cause we doin' it big, notorious

You so fortunate

You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it

You so fortunate

She the drink champ, she Nore'd it

I can tell, I can, I can tell (She the G.O.A.T)

I can tell, I can, I can tell

Ayy, I'm so fortunate

I put the stars in the ceilin' like a ornament

Yeah, hour-glass body so proportioned

I'm under thirty with a thirty like the Forbes and shit

You know I'm with The Game if all my niggas throwin' up the letter B (The letter B)

You know I'm with Ye when I say it ain't nothin' that you tellin' me

Make a white nigga switch his Pornhub to ebony

I went from Berettas and the shotter to keepin' that Beretta clean

Like fuck a bank, I count it like calculators

We movin' one step ahead of you, every move calculated

Don't ask me 'bout the opps, we slid, they evacuated

You come on the block, you gotta check in like a baggage claim, nigga

Big Dreez (Big Dreez)

Timbo the king

Nigga, Ye had us in Miami writin' for a month

We kept a sixteen as told

I told her give me neck like flamingos

Tú tienes novio, Numinatti lingo

Diamonds like a stripper name, star like Ringo

I'm with Ye lookin' for a Christian to mingle

Gray sweats, mink coat

They gon' see the AK-47 talkin' all that jazz, I'm Caralingo

Last night, I was in the Chi', sippin' Barefoot

How I end up all the way in Paris with a pink toe?

Just got a passport, ain't even ask for it

When you runnin' 'round with Ye, he got the cash for it

Balenciaga in the living room

I ain't even open the box yet

Box card, box cutter, got these niggas boxed in

What you expect from a (nigga) out the projects?

No contest, I told her in bed, I'm Embiid

You just gotta trust the process

You so fortunate

'Cause we doin' it big, notorious

You so fortunate

You got a picture with Ye without forcin' it

You so fortunate

She the drink champ, she Nore'd it

I can tell, I can, I can tell (She the G.O.A.T)

I can tell, I can, I can tell

I can tell, I can, I can tell

I can tell, I can, I can tell

Rubi's Rose lyrics - The Game (feat. Twista & Jeremih)

Ayy, oh-oh (Oh-oh)

Every since I was a Knickerbocker lookin' at bitches' bottoms

I was knowin' that I would just get to rock 'em and stick 'em proper

When my pockets and styles got fat as a hippopotamus

I got with her, then I'ma get on top of her (Ooh)

Peepin' her through my oculus, I could just put a cock in her

Strokin' her like my nina when I be cockin' her, lock and the load

Lay her on the ottoman until I could just have her legs grabbin' my body like she an octopus

Then I'ma put 'em back in back of my hand and get to humpin' and pumpin'

Hit the button 'cause shorty think it's a pumpkin

Don't get to frontin', I love it when she suckin'

Even better when I be toppin' that apple and when I go hit the onion

I cuff her, then I fuck her on the couch

Stand up, then I put it in her mouth

While she suckin', I be makin' sounds

Lay her down, then I eat her out, lah

Face all up in the pussy, I made it mushy

I'm workin' my tongue until it was gushy

Like singin' a lullaby, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

When I'm makin' her feel so much pleasure, she gotta push me away from her

When I lay with her 'cause I don't play with her

I could teach you how to shoot, and my homie, he got flame

Give her one of us, it ain't never gon' be the same

Don't get it twisted with Twista or play no games with Game

We can

Won't stop, I'm right outside of you

I would die for you

This love is bulletproof

Don't stop, I'm waiting

They don't know about this love

Yo, that song he did over top of that old-school Missy record

Yo, that record is crazy

Uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh (Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah)

From three A.M. foreplay

We tend to send, okay

Tempted to shave

Text your man, you gon' be late

'Cause when Kool-Aid

Turned back both ways

If I saw you out, I'm abandoned

I won't tie a knot against you

This is for me

Sleeping, at all, we sleep (Yeah)

I don't know what you came for, you can't come in for me

Stroke to you, won't see you

Girl, you know it's so special, it's a movie scene

When we leave

Can't lie, girl, you top five, and you not four, three or two

You the one

You the moon, you the sun

I'm the star, you the gun

I'm the air, you the lung

And you can't breathe without me, huh?

Your neck on freeze, you diamond up

Shinin' on me for reminders, you one of one

Locked up, Cartier

She got surprised and we hopped in the car with Ye

We in Paris on the runway

You gon' be walkin' down the aisle one day

Now we here, what a view

Twenty karats, what a few

Said yes, I'll be at the altar, standing where? Standing right next to you

She don't be trippin' on bitches

I don't be trippin' on niggas, we won

My ex called my phone, we on FaceTime, I looked right her in the face, said, "We done"

She told me, "You ain't never had a love like this before

You ain't never had a iced out wrist before"

She told me that she used to fuck with Chris before

I said, "I bet he never fucked you like this before" (Ah)

With the candles burnin' and the fireplace lit

If it ain't like this, it's a violation

Hit her violins when I'm slidin' in

When I'm slidin' out, she retirin'

So it ain't no doubt, I was wearing that ass out

Ass like Rubi Rose, I had to cash out

She don't get it twice a week, she lash out

Came back with a Birkin like, "Fuck is you mad 'bout"

Stink

Ten deep, six feet, put yourself on Ring

"Goodnight" texts from your boyfriend

When it's shinin', fuck you 'til you sleep

Late night, summer heat

Kissin', tuggin', lockin' lips, can't see nothing (Ooh)

Focused on your [?]

Textin' on the shadow of you

I feel fitness, strokin' through the [?]

Ain't what they expect me to do, yeah

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh (Ooh)

Uh-uh-uh-uh, uh-uh-uh-uh

Yeah, uh-uh-uh-uh

DRAKE with the BRAIDS (Interlude) lyrics - The Game

[Drake:]

Yo, what up, yeah, I just wanted to check back in with you

You know, that feature thing

That feature thing's probably not gonna work out right now

It's just, umm, I just got a lot goin' on, you know

I was, I was all over Europe

I had to do like, the meets to Saint-Tropez, you know

I had to live that saga of my life, you know

Just on my Dhristiano Ronaldo shit

You know, I had to go super yacht on 'em

Play the new album, you know how that goes

And then, I don't know, back home now

You know, I just acquired, like, a bunch of new property

So I'm just in the middle of negotiatin' those deals

And then you know, obviously, I don't really talk about this

But, you know, it's like, I'm workin'

I'm workin' on the side with the Ministry of Defense in Canada

So, you know, that job is just weighin' heavy on me

You know what I'm sayin'?

Umm, and then, obviously, you know, I still do music too, man

So, yeah, I got a lot goin' on, brother

I apologize, umm, but, I'll catch you, though, for sure

I know you keep sayin', "Ah, this is my last album"

I know this not the last one, so, umm, yeah, we'll get to it, man

You know, but, God bless, lookin' forward to hearin' it

Nikki Beach lyrics - The Game (feat. French Montana & Tory Lanez)

Ayo, Game, we goin' to Columbia

Mexico, Brazil, Argentina, Puerto Rico, Cuba

(Another one, another one)

You know what it is

When you hear that "Haan"

Montana, Chuck, chill out, skrrt

Pour two shots back in my cup

I'm litty, she litty, and we anticipatin' one hard fuck

I'm lit, just like the leaf that's rollin' my marijuana

And what's in my cup, it just won't stay in my cup, oh

Might be too much, way too sexy, work it for me

Stroke it, stroke it too fast, since you met me

I've been callin', callin' you up

Ooh, you know the way I get down

Callin' your bluff, girl, come sex me, yeah

Blancilo, landin' in the heelo

Scuff the Yeezy Slides, Adidas, adios

No, we ain't in Vegas, no, we ain't in Rio

This brick inside the Phantom got me feelin' like a kilo

Three buttons open (Buttons open), on the Fendi (On the Fendi)

Got me feelin' like a scene in Casino

She know, where we go, it's no WiFi

Get off the Gram, leave the filter, tell 'em both, "Bye, bye"

I put the gram with the filter, now we both sky high

Somewhere where they doin' Muay-Thai, sippin' my ties

And my ties is to the city that stole air from Biggie

So I'm pouron' Deleon like I'm Diddy, who you with?

Champagne rain, we ain't toastin' (We ain't toastin')

When we catch a wave, it's Frank Ocean (Frank Ocean)

We international, French open

French dip, French manicures, French smokin' (Haan)

Pour two shots back in my cup

I'm litty, she litty, and we anticipatin' one hard fuck

I'm lit, just like the leaf that's rollin' my marijuana

And what's in my cup, it just won't stay in my cup, oh (Montana, ayy)

Push the envelope ('Lope), drinkin' and smoke (Smoke)

Got the club jumpin' like Earl Manigault ('Gault)

Around the competition, I done ran a hundred laps (Ah)

Be my Ari, I'ma hit you with the money bags (Woo)

Locks in the streets (Street), lock chemistry ('Try)

Block energy ('Gy), Ciroc, Hennessy ('Sy)

She wanna change her last name for the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.)

'Cause I wrote her name with a million on the floor (Cash)

Fuck the internet ('Net), we really livin' that (That)

Pink slippin' that (That), take the rental back (Back)

Drop automatic ('Matic), really cinematic ('Matic)

Social distance on a yacht, can't drop the addy (Woo)

Snipe your favorite actress and keep it super low (Low)

Me and Game on an island, watchin' the Super Bowl (Haan)

Love changes, city of angels

No love like new love, fuckin' like Strangers (Haan)

Montana

Pour two shots back in my cup

I'm litty, she litty, and we anticipatin' one hard fuck

I'm lit, just like the leaf that's rollin' my marijuana

And what's in my cup, it just won't stay in my cup, oh

Might be too much, way too sexy, work it for me

Stroke it, stroke it too fast, since you met me

I've been callin', callin' you up

Ooh, you know the way I get down

Callin' your bluff, girl, come sex me, yeah

Ayo, Game, they ain't believe in us

God did

Talk To Me Nice lyrics - The Game (feat. Meek Mill, Moneybagg Yo & Blxst)

[Meek Mill:]

Meek Milly, uh

I'm gettin' head in my Lambo (Lambo)

Too many sticks in my bando (Yeah)

All we talk is that brick talk (Brick talk)

Nigga Kyrie with the handles (Skrrt, skrrt)

Everybody poppin' this lit shit (Lit shit)

'Til we come blow out your candles (Brr)

Young nigga poppin' that big shit (Big shit)

And I stay strapped like a sandal, woah, wait (Shee)

Chanel on my bitch

Ain't gotta tell you to tell that I'm rich

Get out of pocket, we murder your dog, forty start barkin' and turn him a vic'

Spin on the opps, we gon' murder the boss, I put the call and they comin' to hit

Strappin' like we never heard of the law, one thing about me, I'm never gon' snitch, huh

You was just talkin' that justice reform, fuck is you doin'? Aw, man

I been in the trap all week, niggas cookin' popcorn and sellin' hard tan (Yeah)

Shorty wanna Netflix, chill, I don't really, really wanna kick it, Van Damme (Yeah)

I'm the type fuck a bad bitch first night, then kick the ho out like Pam

[Blxst:]

Ayy (Ayy)

I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice

Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)

Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)

The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight

Fifty pack, all blue face

It come a few ways, yeah, yeah

I go too cray, if I do say so myself

This my new bae, she go two way, well, well

I go too crazy, if I do say so myself

[The Game:]

Where the steppers at? (Where the steppers at?)

I came to step on shit (Step on shit)

Where the weapons at? (Where the weapons at?)

I'm on my FN shit (FN shit)

Been had a fifty clip

He wasn't on my second shit

This album got Ye on it, startin' to feel like a testament

I throw them money bags, yo, that's why my section lit

And you can tell which one of these hoes just gave me head, she suckin' on peppermints

Grammy nominated, forty million records sold, that's not what a legend is

The Draco is camouflage 'cause inside of the Fendi is leopard print

Niggas still smokin' chronic? Psh, I got a bitch in the Netherlands, all out of element

Took her to Dr. Miami and now she look better than Evelyn

She got a Drac' too, swingin' like it's the trunk on an elephant

I fucked her on day two, hot sauce in the condom, we killin' the evidence

They killin' rap niggas, I'm losin' competitors

I pull up in a red Rolls, stop givin' flowers to niggas I'm better than

Me versus everybody, nigga, it is what I said it is

And you know I'm gang related, let us in, I came with my relatives

And tonight-

[Blxst:]

Ayy (Ayy)

I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice

Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)

Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)

The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight

Fifty pack, all blue face

It come a few ways, yeah, yeah

I go too cray, if I do say so myself

This my new bae, she go two way, well, well

I go too crazy, if I do say so myself

[Moneybagg Yo:]

Talk to me nice, lil' bitch

I'm loaded, don't ask for the price of shit (Don't do that)

Too player, it's in me, not on me, I'll stick knock a ho in a Nike fit (Yeah, yeah)

Put on for my clique, I'm real as it gets

'Fore I purchased the drank, I gave it a kiss

Had to make sure it's right (Mwah)

They tryna say we bipolar (Why?), me and this Glock got a switch

Fifty somethin' racks for a six-hour flight

Just to turn back around, I'ma be back tonight

Talk to me nice, you don't get to meet twice (Nah)

Fuck all them blogs tryna use me for hype (Bitch)

In the bando with no lights where you find us (Been trappin')

We was just minors (Back then)

Money in front of me, bullshit behind us (Focus)

We just vibin', don't mind us (Yeah, yeah)

Bloody Lamborghini Urus

She was moppin' while I'm steerin'

AR pistol, I'm insured

Won't let you take me from my children

Choppers, brr, brr

VVS's chillin', burr

No cut, all I sip is pure

Fly before I board the Lear (Big Bagg)

[Blxst:]

Ayy (Ayy)

I'm too big headed to take your advice, so talk to me nice

Might designer the couch and fuck up your whites, we do what we like (Yeah)

Bitch so bad, might blow through bags, yeah, to fuck up her life (Fuck up her life)

The diamonds, they came with a birth certificate, ain't overnight

Fifty pack, all blue face

It come a few ways, yeah, yeah

I go too cray, if I do say so myself

This my new bae, she go two way, well, well

I go too crazy, if I do say so my-

Money Cash Clothes lyrics - The Game (feat. A$AP Rocky)

-self

Ayy, Swizz, let me talk to 'em

It's game time, what the AP said

Shoutout to every bad bitch that gave me head

Fuck you to every nigga that pray me dead

I'm alive, you gotta deal with me, JAY-Z dreads

Drop the top, let the A/C spread

Tell every rapper 'cept him and Nas to come and break me bread

My morale cannot be stepped on

I'm the real middle child, niggas get smoked like all the roaches I done slept on

Don't get me started

Who am I? I am the big homie to Lil Wayne Carter

They tryna throw the book at Blood, but I'm the author

I can still say Nine-Trey and my bandana stretch farther

Than New York, it's like I'm walkin' on water

How I end up in Heathrow with the Draco inside of my joggers?

'Til I'm back on the West side with my gun

Livin' in Conway, Butcherin' Swizz Beatz and beef is always the entrée

Sup, André?

Far as the rest of you niggas, slide on you, mask on, nigga, I'm Ye

Yeah, style on you bitches

Flyin' birds before OVO put the owl on the stitches

I been in the mix

DeLeon with the FN on, it's hit or miss

They sayin', "Rest in peace," 'cause I let it rip

I used to rock it ASAP when I flick the wrist

Now this nigga A$AP Rocky hoppin' in the whip

Uh, yeah (A$AP nigga)

Nigga, Harlem World to the west coast, nigga

You know how fly niggas collide (Zombie on the track)

Uh

Coupe De Ville money (What?), hooper deal money (What?)

New face hundreds, honey, we don't peel twenties (What?)

Blueface, my boo cakes'll probably steal from me (Come on)

In a new place, but got dudes that shoot and kill for me (Yeah)

They look and stare funny (Yeah), but them hookers still love me (Yeah)

Do it for the shooters 'cause the shooters feel for me (Ah)

I do it for the bitches, make 'em boost and steal for me (Yeah)

Money, cash, clothes, money, cash, clothes

The year goons with the earn up

In your coupe doing burnouts (Skrt)

Make your boo wear the perm out (Oooh)

Pretty nigga that you heard 'bout (Ooh)

Ya heard? I heard a word around the curb I took your bird out (Yeah)

She be with bad hoes, I just fuck to get the word out (Ooh)

Special announcement (Uh)

New Loewe on the way, can you pronounce it? (Bitch)

You got the clothes they give away, I'm in my house with (Bitch)

I'm with your housewife, tryin' on my outfits, takin' off her blouses

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Rocky, you got Riri, let me have them now

Balenciaga bomber coat, I take hand me downs

'Specially if it's from A$AP

Harlem World, Mase back

Hit 'em with the Diddy, Glock 9, tell 'em take that

He always keep the clips on him

Marble floor, tip-toein'

AP got the crib glowin'

Yeah, now she naked in the Rick Owens

I'm runnin' round the mansion with the blick showin'

Calvin Klein briefs with my dick showin'

All black Prada bucket and I got a chrome heart

Virgil died, not an inch of Louis, now we Goyard

Go hard, Avirex leather with the Numi logo

Horse in the carriage, sticks on us, comin' through 'em Polo

Hundred in the black whip, hundred in the tail fin

Rapper Dan, Gucci'd down when I was on welfare

Yeezy slidin' across the stage, the Grammy award goes

Anything is possible, Drake got cornrows

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Yeah, my insulation cost a Maybach

Yeah, and your intuition costs like eight racks

Yeah, and my intuition got me laid back

Uh, fuck your intermission, bitch, it's A$AP

Nigga word to Game's butterfly face tat, where he got L.A. at

Send a couple bloody guys to slide where you lay at

So hide where you stay at, reside where you pray at

You scared, go to church

This ain't a purse, it's a murse, nigga

Nah, son, this ain't a Maybach (Yeah), this a hearse, nigga

Tell her that the Birkin ain't a gift, it's a curse, nigga

Hit 'em where it hurt, pull up right where your fam lay

My alibi? I was with A$AP on Yams Day

Power homecoming when the Draco let the band play

Gold inside a Lamb' chop, dip the Killa Cam way

Free Gunna, free Thug, that's all I can say

They tryna hit a nigga with the RICO off a handshake

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