He Got Game

Number one, we're the real splitters and nobody's fucking with us

Yeah, King Co, man they say you're old head, stop rapping you in your 30s nigga

I'm not an old head nigga, I'm season and I'm paid, fuck with me

Man they say life is what you make it, but what's the meaning

They say that balling is addictive and I've been fiending

I wean myself up off of socials like I'm anti-social

Instead I made that bag my focal like a hustler pose to

Trill spill I still walk it how I talk it, bring it how I sing it

Don't condone violence but keep iron like anemics

If you look me in my eyes you can tell I really seen it

Shit I started out with nothing, turn that hustle to a beamer