The Game ft. D-RELL & NATURAL910 Lyrics

Ugh

Look

Kill em all that's a summer line

Bullet proof the jeep when the hustle shine

Keep ya circle tight never force a bind

Black saber wit a yoda mind

I'm a r rater

Jack slater wit da pistol beef terminator

Middle fingers to my haters

You know more vapors

Pour the dusse in the remy that's a death chaser

Fifty wit da tracer

All my niggas went legit and got a bucket a piece

I couldn't be discreet

My ego belong to the streets

So it's damier prints for all the pain that we preach

Never thought it be my kin that wanna see me deceased

Ugh

So I gotta cloak all of my maneuvers

Dodging daggers from back stabers and clout abusers

It's evident my residence is now in the abyss

They don't give a fuck about us I can write a movie script

Man fuck it thats how the game goes

Sticking to the code that's how the game goes

Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed

Ahh fuck it that's how the game goes

That's how the game goes

That's how the game goes

Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed

Ahh fuck it thats how the game goes

Burberry linen while my lady swimming

Feeling champagne dame while my team winning

I salute all the bad guys never bending

Beating all them charges wit a grinch smile still grinning

Wasn't taught show mercy in the midst of beef

You heard nvy

My ego belong to the streets

Preach

God bless the souls who chose to walk the streets

Never harmed the weak but handle business every single week

Read more obituaries then a bible scripture

So my theory is keep God and a rifle witcha

Feeling like romello pre wheelchair flow

Sharp wit the hustle my nigga thats how the game go

Man fuck it that's how the game goes

Sticking to the code that's how the game goes

Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed

Ahh fuck it that's how the game goes

That's how the game goes

That's how the game goes

Fuck these bitches get ya money nigga case closed

Ahh fuck it thats how the game goes