Gametime

I'm a king
King
It's game time
Yeah, it's game time

Yeah, it's game time
We're brittier now, we cannot waste time
Game time
Yeah, it's game time

We do it in person, we cannot face time
Game time
Yeah, it's game time
Come with us to mission, it's Hall of Fame time

Game time
Yeah, it's game time
One, two, three, just know it's play time
Chain time, breaking up the chain time

Toughen up the pay time, ready to get paid time
Title cannot take my fire, now it's play time
No such thing as late time, trophy, yeah, I claim my
In and out, we do not do much

Let me pop it, eating out the food truck
Let me pop it, home being pulled up
Always pop it, chilling, getting booba
Think he a picture frame him

Say, Zillies, you gotta reframe him
He said that he mortal, who came him
Rollin' eyes, so you gonna tame him
My bro is a baller, fame him

No problem, I'm a Hall of Famer
He said that I'm real, move faker
He think he a savage, chain him
Adore my show, I'm a teacher

Mess up his lines, so he gonna keep up
They jackin' at Hotties and Seekers
Rippin' out niggas up to the Reapers
Forever, we playin' for keepers

Say, I'm wet, but I pay for the heaters
My niggas, they stand on leashes
And we get to the cheese on pizza
And yeah, I'm a forcey nigga

With a forcey nigga, I ain't talkin' no toothpicks
My niggas ain't school-style
But we stupid niggas, I ain't talkin' I'm bruising
Feel like I'm too smart

Cause I'm drinkin' pinches
And we thinkin' it's lucid
And rarely, they give me advice
And they said it would work on this shit

I ain't do shit
Some fakers, they say I'm not fool shit
And the chasers, they say I'm not use it
I might just go on my car

My car's a no-car
And my fuck up is movin
Fucked with your hoes, this is where I'm goin
I'm callin' out niggas as chair leaders

Feel like I'm currently through
But I'm leapin', re-openin
Become a main greener
To the people that they gotta love her

I'm older than when this was murder, though
The boogers, they hit like a metal truck
Just like a but I be pellin' though
Money, I had to get it

It came from rags to riches
The tax, I had to fill it
The tag, I had to miss it
I had to go on a mission

And you know that I keep it the biggest
I never admit to the trenches
But the time, I had to fill it
Stay focused, that's how I make a slogan

Can't say that I show no emotion
But I have been driven through ocean
Money different, I'm drinkin' a potion
As it pings, it's the reason I'm noticed

Like golden, I feel like a token
Said I'm the one, the reason I'm chosen
Yeah, yeah
Get ready, so tight, I ain't lazin

Got time for this city, I'm waitin
The left behind on my patience
My vision can't mess with a fake chick
Life is too short, like it's February

Like I'm tired of lookin' at cemeteries
They can see the next year like it's January
Ain't livin' good, but it's like Bloody Mary
Bone sheets won't feel like I'm walkin

I eatin' ice like a dolphin
Can't relate to this shit that I'm talkin
Yeah, it's game time
Yeah, it's game time

Breakin' out, we cannot waste time
Game time
Yeah, it's game time
We doin' it first, so we cannot waste time

Game time
Yeah, it's game time
Confuse the mission, this whole a fake time
Game time

Yeah, it's game time
One, two, three, just know it's play time
Chain time, breakin' up the chain time
Toughen up the pay time

Ready to get paid time
Title, can I take mine
Fine, now it's play time
No such thing as late time

Trophy, yeah, I claim mine
In and out, we do not do much
Then we probably eatin' out the food truck
Then we probably home, bein' booed up

Always probably chillin', gettin' boob up
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh



Credits
Writer(s): Quentin Conry
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