Game Down

Put your hands up if you feel me
the gas up to this trill beat
Strike a match and let a fire burn up in this bitch, let'em know I'm the ill chief
Very few niggaz that kill beats, dammit show me where the real be
Fuck the chitter chatter, split a nigga matter, let the cows know that they still beef
Take a picture while I'm still me
My transformation hella real B
Before and after, I'm the sort'a actor with no practice when coming to switch scenes
Ex's gone know that they miss me
When the paparazzi and the glitz beam
They blew the vapors and conclude the Super Mega hella composed, but could this be?
Scar for Mufasa amidst dreams
Razor on dope when i mix keys
Droppin' the flakka I grip fiends
While these zombies that copy they get seen
Steady bangin' their heads when the king speaks
Tomorrow the Audible sick team
Finna bother the matyrs of history
We go (blakka, blakka!) then dip flee
Take the lesson and fall back
You're weak its depressing, you're lost black
Put Gucci Mane on the label of your ketchup, you still won't be getting' your sauce back
You lookin' for Jesu but God's back
He livin' inside you the door's jammed
I'd give you the key but you gotta be me to give it what it takes for the cause chap

Body Bag (body bag, murder, body bag, murder, body bag, down)
Put the game inside a body bag (Go kill'em, fuck it the year is yours nigga
Go kill'em, fuck it the world is yours nigga)
Body Bag (body bag, murder, body bag, murder, body bag, down)
Put the game inside a body bag (Go kill'em, fuck it the year is yours nigga
Go kill'em, fuck it the world is yours nigga)

I count to three then I manifest
I aint got no manners yet
I say grace before I eat, but I read the game like an analyst
Yo clique can't handle it
Whole crib stay candle lit
Hella high like camp fire, can't put it out with no sand pit
My old shit just a sample
My new shit an example
Of a blue pill with a green leaf on a sunny day with the sandles
Everything dismantled
Everything just mental
Never aim at my temple
A B C's just simple
Pop, pop like pimple
Put a stop watch on your temple
Smoke the la la like it's indoor
Do a slide-by by the window
By the window
I slide by for the info
To see what you be into
I'm just tryin'a cut like ginsu
Tryin'a cut that cheese, but I don't ever count my paper
Tryin'a cut my cheese, but don't ever doubt my labour
Don't ever sit at my table
Don't ever touch my cables
If you ever hear that I'm never here then I might be a fuckin' fable

Body Bag (body bag, murder, body bag, murder, body bag, down)
Put the game inside a body bag (Go kill'em, fuck it the year is yours nigga
Go kill'em, fuck it the world is yours nigga)
Body Bag (body bag, murder, body bag, murder, body bag, down)
Put the game inside a body bag (Go kill'em, fuck it the year is yours nigga
Go kill'em, fuck it the world is yours nigga)