Game lame came spray fake titties and bitches snitches getting stitches riding thru the city in the whip me and the homies bout to hit a lick got the sticks on deck rolling with a bunch of vets No game We blazing me and the homies grazing phougazee running thru life hall of fame this ain’t a game sucker free setting up shops on the block watch real trap stars spitting bars Sunday call it a hunch got the lbs on deck bet Game lame came spray fake titties and bitches snitches getting stitches winding up in ditches Me and the mob doing our job flawless and jobless what you say about tax evasion we getting the bread diesel trucks all souped up deleted chips got connects with the bloods and crips to stacked up Games lames reverb flipping the bird this ain’t a Chorus I didn’t rehearse this I wrote it so it’s mine fuck you I put in the time to write this rhyme my flows unmatched I wrote it from scratch must be in my genes cause they say I’m so obscene bitch quit tripping and causing a scene