The Game (feat. D-RELL)

Ugh
Look
Kill em all that's a summer line
Bullet proof the jeep when the hustle shine
Keep ya circle tight never force a bind
Black saber wit a yoda mind
I'm a r rater
Jack slater wit da pistol beef terminator
Middle fingers to my haters
You know more vapors
Pour the dusse in the remy that's a death chaser
Fifty wit da tracer
All my niggas went legit and got a bucket a piece
I couldn't be discreet
My ego belong to the streets
So it's damier prints for all the pain that we preach
Never thought it be my kin that wanna see me deceased
Ugh
So I gotta cloak all of my maneuvers
Dodging daggers from back stabers and clout abusers
It's evident my residence is now in the abyss
They don't give a fuck about us I can write a movie script

Man fuck it thats how the game goes
Sticking to the code that's how the game goes
Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed
Ahh fuck it that's how the game goes
That's how the game goes
That's how the game goes
Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed
Ahh fuck it thats how the game goes

Burberry linen while my lady swimming
Feeling champagne dame while my team winning
I salute all the bad guys never bending
Beating all them charges wit a grinch smile still grinning
Wasn't taught show mercy in the midst of beef
You heard nvy
My ego belong to the streets
Preach
God bless the souls who chose to walk the streets
Never harmed the weak but handle business every single week
Read more obituaries then a bible scripture
So my theory is keep God and a rifle witcha
Feeling like romello pre wheelchair flow
Sharp wit the hustle my nigga thats how the game go

Man fuck it that's how the game goes
Sticking to the code that's how the game goes
Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed
Ahh fuck it that's how the game goes
That's how the game goes
That's how the game goes
Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed
Ahh fuck it thats how the game goes