Game On! (feat. Konan Doyle)

Good Goddamn, am I ready to go? You better bet your sweet ass bro
I couldn't take the hint that you gave out so sit back and enjoy the show
A little bit of political mopping, from a two time bitch who's flipping and flopping
We got that revolution for your girl
And if she don't care then fuck her too, and if she mad then you do you
I'm not one to fuss, never had the guts, but in the end it's your call boo
I take all that you say in stride, then go home and pray you die
I don't want to hate, just for the sake, of getting triggered by a real hot take, but
I can't lie I like the drama, even when it brings me crippling trauma
I'll sip the tea, I'll turn new leaves, till I find my baby mama
Then I'll crawl into my hole and die, or maybe I'll just go there to hide
But in the end, I'll make my friends, subscribe to Pewdiepie
And yeah I made a few mistakes, skinny dipping in the coldest lakes
Just to get out, and scream and shout, it's shrinkage for fuck sake
I'll take hold of the promise knife, and take a sip of the bleach of life
Hell yeah this decade sucked, but at least it's almost done, come on

It's game on, we'll shout it to the sun, we'll make the stars scream
Damn I must be Megatron, I just keep killing every song
I feel like Genghis Kahn, I'm the king
Ya'll are rookies, matter of fact you're just a pawn
Y'all move one step at a time, I'm moving heads when I rhyme
I just ain't a regular guy, I'm the next one in line
And the best of my kind, and the rest should resign
So we're left with the right ones, they like me
I don't like them, they doing coke
Funny cause their lines suck, I prefer the silence
Now is the time to be bobbing your head, and if you're not then a coffin is set
Rest is the best I can offer today, can you hear me clearly I'm off of my meds
But when I'm on 'em I'm softer in bed, so prescriptions I'll skip, let the pot work instead
Work on my pipes like it's copper and lead, dripping so holy like water it's blessed
Hail Mary, Our Father he read, let's make a prayer for this God among men
Breaking my back I'm not offering bread, I'm no God just a kid who's got lots to be said
Watching these lights turning caution to red, practicing rapping these thoughts are my bread
Visions of which place I ought to be next, cause I know that nothing is stopping the best, game on



Credits
Writer(s): Nathaniel Cruz-green
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