Gametime

Fuck
Fuck
Comed just cut the power off
I need the microwave
They need 500 dollars
That's upfront
It's 5 days past the 8th and I'm barely straight
Tryna get paid
Cooked a apple pie up
But forgot the glaze
Damn
That's like when the jerk spot forget the jerk sauce?
Man you fucking Jerks!
I know the platter wasn't the best
But I know you coming back
Arose early
Cuz you like hittin up the laps
I beat the sun up
Made some tea
Before I lit the blunt up
Heavy on my top is
Dawg get the funds up
I need a Barry bonds
Or a Sammy Sosa
I meet Sara in Sarasota
She was rocking Patongia
She had a brother who was earning heavy in California
I had the pattern
He had the cola
So i bitcoin'd a order
Good gosh
I thought this road was silk
Why do playas get killed?
Got a tip from a God
Get a new vpn
Fuck it
I got new provider
New address
And A benz
It was a 08 coupe
I bought it just cuz the rims
I came in with some friends
Now it's fuck most of them
Feeling like Mitch
Bucket Hat Crunched low
Smoking a crunch bowl
Olympic Strong like Mrs. Trunchbull
On the hunt for more more
Not just a little more
Max B fill my stereo
Plotting on riches
Something like Kellogg
Fuck plotting on them bitches
No benefits
At all
Remain militant
Head high
Don't drop the ball
Game time
Big Y's For the Guys



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Writer(s): Justin Watkins
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