Games We Play

What it do, what it did, and what's the date
I'm who it was, who it is, and who it ain't
Get out my face, I'm getting tired of the hate
I'm getting tired of the way they play the game
These the games we play, but I never said we playing by they rules
I'm the teacher here, and I'm taking y'all to school
I'm not the five, four, three, and I'm definitely not the two
Get out my way, you need to make some more room

Clear the room
Act like it's a fire drill
Get out

Rapping with the baby blue SSX on my wrist
DBK on my chest, I put DBK on my bitch
Life's a funny game, and I'm playing it with all the risk
I'll take a nosedive off a cliff before I call it quits
Don't fuck with us, we'll get you hit
Not like hit, hit, I mean like physically hit
Sometimes life's shit, but that don't mean you go be a bitch
That's what turn a regular man into a lick
Y'all ain't good actors, y'all just reading off a script
And it's so far away you can't even read it
Y'all got me weak as shit
Imagine going into overtime, and still having a sleeper fifth
I can't relate, because I'm really him
And I don't fake, I'm who I really is

What it do, what it did, and what's the date
I'm who it was, who it is, and who it ain't
Get out my face, I'm getting tired of the hate
I'm getting tired of the way they play the game
These the games we play, but I never said we playing by they rules
I'm the teacher here, and I'm taking y'all to school
I'm not the five, four, three, and I'm definitely not the two
Get out my way, you need to make some more room

All right, I was getting hot
I just had a hoodie on, DBK
Now it's a Bleubeing tee

I had to let y'all know I changed my fucking fit
I'm really fucking it
Him, whatever you want spit
I try to stay in my lane, don't gotta whip
Cause every time I do, it always be some shit
I can't look around the room
My head spins
I'm writing down my goals
I want a Rollie and a Benz
With the best motherfucking insurance
And never have to worry about my rent
That's some really real shit
I used to try to stunt
But I was way too real, shit
So I just started stunting bout some real shit
I paid all my bills, and I'm still feeling real rich
That's some real shit
I never shied away from real shit

What it do, what it did, and what's the date
I'm who it was, who it is, and who it ain't
Get out my face, I'm getting tired of the hate
I'm getting tired of the way they play the game
These the games we play, but I never said we playing by they rules
I'm the teacher here, and I'm taking y'all to school
I'm not the five, four, three, and I'm definitely not the two
Get out my way, you need to make some more room



Credits
Writer(s): Drew Hudick Iii
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