Intro (feat. Good Game Auntie)

I count my blessings
Learned my lessons
No mo stressing
Just investing, keep protection

Smith & Wesson
Know I'm a rapper
But I'm still finessing
Rich nigga low key

Car come wit no key
But I still remember
When I used to ride Marta
Everybody know me

Yeah I got it on me right now
20k stuffed in my joggers
Dead fresh in my Yeezy's
Me & my breezy

Know I'm geekin smokin that Feezy
I'ma do it for no reason ball every season
Plugged wit the mob
On the backstreet wit leezy

Under dawg on the lose
Nigga know I'm the truth
In the streets or the booth
I'ma do my thing

Rap mj tryna get 6 rings
And stay sucker free like my nigga og king
I still remember when bitch's was dissing
And bitches declining me

I can remember when I would send texts
And they wasn't replying to me
I muscled my way out the struggle
I guess you can say

I'ma made man
It with a past so dark
And a future so bright
All I can say is amen

Gametime
Ha ha ha
Just when they don't know your plan
Just when they don't know what you thinkin

Just when they thought you lost the race
And you wind up at the finish line
Now they wanna shake ya hand
Like they been with the winning team

In the beginning huh
See they watch that shit play for play
They watch a nigga grind
Like a motherfucker right

With no hand out
No help and when they see a nigga winning
They wanna push up on a nigga
Like they been fuckin with a nigga

Ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa
Y'all know the rule to the game
It ain't how you start
It's how you finish

But you always remember
It can be all over in the morning
Gametime



Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Dotson, Radric Davis
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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