Game Time
She running game on me
Must not know
Anything about me
I don't know you
I don't plan on either
All I know your girl
Wanna rain on me
Told me that you
Was a lame homie
Told her I don't give a damn
Who he be be
Thought I told you
I was feeling so alive
Then she ain't wanna leave
Pop told me just to lay low
Come back kill shit make room
Stack it all up like lego
Make the money
Don't let it make you
I don't really care who on that side
I don't really care who in that ride
All I care about is making my moves
Staring from a birds view
You really a side dude with her
Beat the kitty up
Then you argue with her
Man I ain't really mean to nah
I be in the city looking mean
Gah damn
Looking at the sky it's really me I am
Whoo they don't wanna see you win
They don't wanna hear
About what kinda moves you in
They don't wanna know
How you coming up
Make them sick to they gut
This the mothafucking mood I'm in
Ain't gon lie
I was gon stop
But I had more to drop
You a flop
Never had a lot
So I gotta pop
Shit until I drop
No this isn't pop
This is hip hop
With a little drop
Of pac ya can't stop this
Everything i'm listening to
Is straight garbage
I ain't really worried anymore
About nonsense
I just wanna picasso in my casa
She running game on me
Must not know anything bout me
I don't know you
I don't on plan on either
All I know ya girl
Wanna rain on me
Told me that you was a lame homie
Told her I don't give a damn
Who he be be
Thought I told you
I was feeling so alive
Then she ain't wanna leave
Must not know
Anything about me
I don't know you
I don't plan on either
All I know your girl
Wanna rain on me
Told me that you
Was a lame homie
Told her I don't give a damn
Who he be be
Thought I told you
I was feeling so alive
Then she ain't wanna leave
Pop told me just to lay low
Come back kill shit make room
Stack it all up like lego
Make the money
Don't let it make you
I don't really care who on that side
I don't really care who in that ride
All I care about is making my moves
Staring from a birds view
You really a side dude with her
Beat the kitty up
Then you argue with her
Man I ain't really mean to nah
I be in the city looking mean
Gah damn
Looking at the sky it's really me I am
Whoo they don't wanna see you win
They don't wanna hear
About what kinda moves you in
They don't wanna know
How you coming up
Make them sick to they gut
This the mothafucking mood I'm in
Ain't gon lie
I was gon stop
But I had more to drop
You a flop
Never had a lot
So I gotta pop
Shit until I drop
No this isn't pop
This is hip hop
With a little drop
Of pac ya can't stop this
Everything i'm listening to
Is straight garbage
I ain't really worried anymore
About nonsense
I just wanna picasso in my casa
She running game on me
Must not know anything bout me
I don't know you
I don't on plan on either
All I know ya girl
Wanna rain on me
Told me that you was a lame homie
Told her I don't give a damn
Who he be be
Thought I told you
I was feeling so alive
Then she ain't wanna leave
Credits
Writer(s): R Rauda
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