Game Time
Formally invite you to witness my downfall
Step up to bat, and I think its time to shot call
Defense shift left a right-center gap
These hoes a trip, I don't really got cash
Keep to myself, because I prefer serenity
Smoke big b's, why do yo's look like centipedes
Maybe took offense, but I let it by the wayside
Bring 'em round, here, mothafuckas know its game time
Passions what I'm left with, coach y'all byron leftwich
When I turn my clutch mode on, they should exit
Hard to associate myself with some of y'all
Don't be ashamed we make mistakes and learn from falls
Need to get my payback, even keeled I stay flat
Make ya best hope, me layin on some train tracks
Hopped into my fighter jet, climb down from my snipers nest
Get ready for battle, 60 seconds i'm already set
Light weight but I'm pound for pound, they don't like my choppa sound
Tropic thunder, lots of clouds, no jumper, I could foul
Stack my bricks, almost done, Chi-town trips, rollin blunts
I got everything you want, in the lead, number one
When the stone cast you can't get your throws back
Trap off old cash Pop up like a nomad, yeah
It's ok to want more, baby make a wish
Red dots on me like Soap Mactavish
Formally invite you to witness my downfall
Step up to bat, and I think its time to shot call
Defense shift left a right-center gap
These hoes a trip, I don't really got cash
Keep to myself, because I prefer serenity
Smoke big b's, why do yo's look like centipedes
Maybe took offense, but I let it by the wayside
Bring em round, here, mothafuckas know its game time
Step up to bat, and I think its time to shot call
Defense shift left a right-center gap
These hoes a trip, I don't really got cash
Keep to myself, because I prefer serenity
Smoke big b's, why do yo's look like centipedes
Maybe took offense, but I let it by the wayside
Bring 'em round, here, mothafuckas know its game time
Passions what I'm left with, coach y'all byron leftwich
When I turn my clutch mode on, they should exit
Hard to associate myself with some of y'all
Don't be ashamed we make mistakes and learn from falls
Need to get my payback, even keeled I stay flat
Make ya best hope, me layin on some train tracks
Hopped into my fighter jet, climb down from my snipers nest
Get ready for battle, 60 seconds i'm already set
Light weight but I'm pound for pound, they don't like my choppa sound
Tropic thunder, lots of clouds, no jumper, I could foul
Stack my bricks, almost done, Chi-town trips, rollin blunts
I got everything you want, in the lead, number one
When the stone cast you can't get your throws back
Trap off old cash Pop up like a nomad, yeah
It's ok to want more, baby make a wish
Red dots on me like Soap Mactavish
Formally invite you to witness my downfall
Step up to bat, and I think its time to shot call
Defense shift left a right-center gap
These hoes a trip, I don't really got cash
Keep to myself, because I prefer serenity
Smoke big b's, why do yo's look like centipedes
Maybe took offense, but I let it by the wayside
Bring em round, here, mothafuckas know its game time
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Writer(s): Jake Pekovic
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