Game

DJ Nice on the beat Lil' nigga, let me give you some game Lil' nigga, let me give you some game Lil' nigga, let me give you some game Lil' nigga, let me give you some game What you doin' not a part of the rules You a smart nigga, you ain't usin' all of your tools And you got heart, nigga, you be out plottin' the moves And you a shark too, really out gobblin' dudes I was once you tryna get on next Kept my wetter on my waist and my foot on next Ridin' 'round heavy with the gun in the holster Believe I wasn't ridin' 'round recordin' and postin' I'll make a call, have the boys approach you Pull up tryna cook somethin', boil and toast you And we didn't do social, it was not for the media Catch him out dinin', they gon' cook him and eat him up When you done on your grind, you gotta put your kitty up (put your kitty up) You ready for your shine, you gotta fuck your city up (fuck your city up) And never do lines, tell 'em let us in (let us in) You lose a good bet, you gotta bet it again (gotta bet it again) If you got a real friend, you gotta let them know (let them know) They ain't tryna see you win, you gotta let them go If it's money in the field, you better get to it (get to it) You gotta pay your bills, then bitch do it Better recognize who your nigga is(where he at) When you had to do that bid, what your nigga did? (what your nigga did?) Did he look out for your kids like he better did? (check) Pull up on your mama with them commas? Negative It's loyalty, my nigga, you don't learn it in prison You want the shit back, you gotta earn it and live it (live it) Nah, trick, you don't earn it from kissin' You gotta fill it with some dick, good game, and wisdom Show her somethin' different, put it all in her vision (focus) Send her to the money, we either ballin' or prison (true) Let her count the money, fuck her all in the kitchen And she got white girlfriends, yeah, all of 'em bitchin' My bitch is impressive, got wits and class All she want is a Tesla, new tits and ass She really 'bout her backend and gets it fast 5K a day, that's a different bag Let her get mad, she gon' kick some ass Every day she doin' abs and jiu-jitsu class I tried to dodge her swing, but the bitch too fast I had to snatch her up once, like, "You gon' kick who ass?" It's only been a year, I'm gettin' better on purpose I'm only gettin' younger, I'm not a regular person Workin' out for the summer, tryna build my body Still stressin' on my nigga, I don't feel who shot him He in Fairfield, huh? Okay, we got him And I ain't gotta hit the field, I just hit Bugatti (bugatti) Blacks and Hispanics in black Suburbans As-salamu alaykum, automatics and turbans Please understand I'm from a different equation No thotians, just me and my Asians Coke old niggas hit the North through the toll In the streets tryna eat with a fork and a pole Free game, you gotta choke with your ho (squeeze) Real nigga anthem, this was wrote from the soul And I don't pass out passes, I just press and squeeze Apply pressure and address my needs