Games

Down and out
When I open up my eyes who the dream about?
When I close up ties, who the scheme about?
This ain't a fighting match. Bitch, who you ringing out?
Who you clinging out?
You boys want hoe niggas
You got a half bitch, you don't want a whole nigga
You Got a character. You don't want a role nigga
You got a cheap hoe and I can blow four figures

And I can fold niggas
And I can blow niggas
And with the mic in my hand, I can show niggas
You get high from you sound you can roll with us
You get high from the clouds you can flow with us
We got excellence, no silence
The license, the guidance
The cadence, self defense
Off the bridge, off the ridge
Off the hinge, still that bitch

I never forget how you make me feel cold
I'll never admit how you turned me into coal
Arkansas trips, you got me on the road
I'm the best you've ever had, I got an old soul
Got my own phone and got my own house
And that nigga that you with, he ain't came out?
With his two kids sleeping on the same couch?
And don't forget his baby mama who he laid out

But you'd rather have him then a bitch like me
Could've had you own house, could've had your own key
Could've had a nigga down only on one knee
Not to bring up Lebron but you would've had a ring
But you wanna play games

Chile bye