I Got Game
Uh, yeah
They tryna count my lights but I was tryna find a switch
I tried to build a mansion but they left me in a ditch
Just keep it real thats all I'm asking to my newer friends
And to the old ones we done but we could make amends, nah
Real niggas turn to snitches
im tryna find lilo cos them boys need stitches
They love the sunshine and they love to shape shift
Fake niggas everywhere I pray to God i dont flip look
You got game i got game
They run me through the dirt but stealing my game plays
Niggas running outta business i just wanna maintain
Aint got no time for hate I'm just tryna make hay while the cash flow
Duffle bag stashed in the wardrobe
Been broke for a minute but hard at work like Pablo
Esco, escaping bars
The cops pressed though
No crime records but they hate me cos I'm blessed though
Why these niggas think I gotta be a gangster just to be respected
I just wanna be accepted
Im just tryna make it out the hood with grace and my efforts
Got these haters on they knees like I just erected
They say they fuck with my shit but I dont see affection
I'm just learning lessons i know they pretending
But im bad with disguises way too many yes men
I dont know if they really got me or they want my blessing
Long as im popping ill keep it a hunnid ima stay grinding
I hope I get to live my life
and never get incarcerated for some shit I never did
Cus i was wildin' out with women in the crib
Stepping out with my hoodies and my timbs on
They think I run that gang cos I got my bling on
Everywhere I go its like a damn theme song
Anything i do it always gotta be wrong
Now its a target on my back but I still stand tall
They tryna call my bluff but I still stay strong
I know they proud of the man
All hands on deck and im proud of my stance
This aint no game boy im tryna advance
Why they tryna hold me back like they aint never had a chance, uh
You got game i got game
They run me through the dirt but stealing my game plays
Niggas running outta business i just wanna maintain
Aint got no time for hate I'm just tryna make hay while the cash flow
Duffle bag stashed in the wardrobe
Been broke for a minute but hard at work like pablo
Esco, escaping bars
The cops pressed though
No crime records but they hate me cos I'm blessed
They tryna count my lights but I was tryna find a switch
I tried to build a mansion but they left me in a ditch
Just keep it real thats all I'm asking to my newer friends
And to the old ones we done but we could make amends, nah
Real niggas turn to snitches
im tryna find lilo cos them boys need stitches
They love the sunshine and they love to shape shift
Fake niggas everywhere I pray to God i dont flip look
You got game i got game
They run me through the dirt but stealing my game plays
Niggas running outta business i just wanna maintain
Aint got no time for hate I'm just tryna make hay while the cash flow
Duffle bag stashed in the wardrobe
Been broke for a minute but hard at work like Pablo
Esco, escaping bars
The cops pressed though
No crime records but they hate me cos I'm blessed though
Why these niggas think I gotta be a gangster just to be respected
I just wanna be accepted
Im just tryna make it out the hood with grace and my efforts
Got these haters on they knees like I just erected
They say they fuck with my shit but I dont see affection
I'm just learning lessons i know they pretending
But im bad with disguises way too many yes men
I dont know if they really got me or they want my blessing
Long as im popping ill keep it a hunnid ima stay grinding
I hope I get to live my life
and never get incarcerated for some shit I never did
Cus i was wildin' out with women in the crib
Stepping out with my hoodies and my timbs on
They think I run that gang cos I got my bling on
Everywhere I go its like a damn theme song
Anything i do it always gotta be wrong
Now its a target on my back but I still stand tall
They tryna call my bluff but I still stay strong
I know they proud of the man
All hands on deck and im proud of my stance
This aint no game boy im tryna advance
Why they tryna hold me back like they aint never had a chance, uh
You got game i got game
They run me through the dirt but stealing my game plays
Niggas running outta business i just wanna maintain
Aint got no time for hate I'm just tryna make hay while the cash flow
Duffle bag stashed in the wardrobe
Been broke for a minute but hard at work like pablo
Esco, escaping bars
The cops pressed though
No crime records but they hate me cos I'm blessed
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Barnes, Melvin Brooks
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