Game Time
Jem life
Uh
Ayo
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
It's Jem and Cali M
Rappers we body them
Kings, embody them, it's facts, they copy them
He on that one I'm on this one
Bars like I'm in the system
Time due for all these victims
Rappers ain't got no rhythm
Bitches took a great loss
Jem caused a cataclysm
Ain't got the same sauce, mine missing plagiarism
Haters in my business like they graduating journalism
They could never see me even if I was on television
You need to stay in line, if you really trying to get some
Your card declined, broke boys never get none
I shoot the guy and they forget him at the same time
Those ain't his friends
Those type of bonds always a deadlines
More money calling, the phone is busy on the main line
I do em greasy, I got them training up they waistlines
This shit is easy, it's getting boring man
I'm getting sleepy
Talking feces, your mouth's a frat house
And I brought the TP
Wanna be me, but it's not gon happen until they kill the kid
And that never gonna happen papi
Long live, I'm immortal, bitch
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
If it's game time then I gain mine
Coming for me using Drake lines yea they fake tried
I be hearing through the grapevine
This your fake prime
Give me credit how I pulled your card I don't take Chime
City girls said the pussy talk but really only pussies talk
See me and they put they head down that's a pussy walk
Eliminating all these little amateurs I push em all piss em off
Bodies on a sweep like I play for Gryffindor
Sending hot rounds guarantee you'll feel it in your core
With the top down no BS I'm a give em all
Send em all bet I sick em all if the bag is right
I'm on they necks I clothesline em like Acolytes
Lesser than lessons not learning they lesson they better get
Death is a definite fucking with me who you messing with
I got em on go and they going to measures to mess up shit
They aiming to fuck up your respiratory development
Niggas out of pocket put hands on you like a bop it
Man I violate a dickhead they call me Lorena Bobbitt
A shooting star, I'm a comet, I'm deadly like a piranha
With rhymin I'm not your common
Just prophesying my profit
Hold on
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Uh
Ayo
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
It's Jem and Cali M
Rappers we body them
Kings, embody them, it's facts, they copy them
He on that one I'm on this one
Bars like I'm in the system
Time due for all these victims
Rappers ain't got no rhythm
Bitches took a great loss
Jem caused a cataclysm
Ain't got the same sauce, mine missing plagiarism
Haters in my business like they graduating journalism
They could never see me even if I was on television
You need to stay in line, if you really trying to get some
Your card declined, broke boys never get none
I shoot the guy and they forget him at the same time
Those ain't his friends
Those type of bonds always a deadlines
More money calling, the phone is busy on the main line
I do em greasy, I got them training up they waistlines
This shit is easy, it's getting boring man
I'm getting sleepy
Talking feces, your mouth's a frat house
And I brought the TP
Wanna be me, but it's not gon happen until they kill the kid
And that never gonna happen papi
Long live, I'm immortal, bitch
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
If it's game time then I gain mine
Coming for me using Drake lines yea they fake tried
I be hearing through the grapevine
This your fake prime
Give me credit how I pulled your card I don't take Chime
City girls said the pussy talk but really only pussies talk
See me and they put they head down that's a pussy walk
Eliminating all these little amateurs I push em all piss em off
Bodies on a sweep like I play for Gryffindor
Sending hot rounds guarantee you'll feel it in your core
With the top down no BS I'm a give em all
Send em all bet I sick em all if the bag is right
I'm on they necks I clothesline em like Acolytes
Lesser than lessons not learning they lesson they better get
Death is a definite fucking with me who you messing with
I got em on go and they going to measures to mess up shit
They aiming to fuck up your respiratory development
Niggas out of pocket put hands on you like a bop it
Man I violate a dickhead they call me Lorena Bobbitt
A shooting star, I'm a comet, I'm deadly like a piranha
With rhymin I'm not your common
Just prophesying my profit
Hold on
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
Baseball Jay Em got the hits Jay Em never miss
Game Time I ain't on the bench I could never sit
Make calls all I gota do goons come in quick
Gang signs what you wana do all them wit the shits
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Writer(s): Cali M
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