Game Film ft. Stretch Money Lyrics

On a midnight run I gotta’ earn the paper

Stand in my way and I’ll merk a hater

I’ll shoot at ya’ feet do the Percolator

With the all black on I’m the Terminator

hasta la vista make my day

I’ll be back need some Tanqueray

Make the mix take a sip

My whole damn life is a eighties flick

Rambo Scarface

Let him his a line off a large plate

The world is mine that’s a raw deal

I got my full metal jacket on dressed to kill

They acted phone laughing on me

Day ones though next to me still

You can ask the homie I’m Axel Foley

Finna’ go from the D out to Beverly Hills

She dirty dancing got her footloose with open toes

Hands on her cheeks like home alone

No control she extra-terrestrial phoning home

Cuz’ she got a job school and such

Said take a day off like Bueller does

And she definitely definitely definitely down

Rain man shit when I hit Greektown

Atlantic City Val and Strizzy

Night in Harlem Cam and Jimmy

Brand new flavor Mack and Biggie

Kinda like Mase when he stand with Diddy

Back to back Bad Boy

Dr. Detroit and I’m Aykroyd

They keep it fresh keep it clean

Or I ghost they ass in a Field of Dreams

Mason Storm hard to kill these rap niggas ain’t hard for real

Wu Tang told us protect ya’ neck No limit told you to guard ya’ grill

Lethal weapon Cybernetic Organism I hit hard as steel

Too cold flow on Cujo these pups ain’t dogs for real

Umbrella for the Black rain it was mad max we ain’t know max Payne

I was getting young money no Mac mane

Where I’m from it was rap or the crack game

Suffocate that neck and hit the forty

Pour one for the ones who dipped before me

Saw dog get killed was just a shorty

But that’s a never-ending story

I was lost in the labyrinth

I had to make me a plan so elaborate

The crew I had to get is all savages

But now they call me your majesty

Tell the truth I imagined this

When I was walking up Haverhill down to Mack and shit

To get a Faygo and a bag of chips

Bro I’m stuck in the old ways from the old days

So I watch all classic shit

Telling tales from the dark side young dog from the far side

Represent to the fullest got to keep a silver bullet it be werewolves out when its dark time

And it’s dark time

But like Mike told Mouth in Goonies down in that Well to make a wish cause it’s our time

Bro I took that oath that I’m a stand up straight and grind twenty-five eight never part time Yea

Them eighties flicks be the best

Still got mine on VHS

Gangster, drama, action

We study that shit like its practice

Or game film roll the tape

Shut the fuck up got notes to take

Us and y’all we not the same

Let me tell y’all where we got the game

Eighties flicks be the best

Still got mine on VHS

Gangster, drama, action

We study that shit like its practice

Or game film roll the tape

Shut the fuck up got notes to take

Us and y’all we not the same

Let me tell y’all where we got the game