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j cole – good game lyrics

hey, hey (yeah)
hey (warm up, warm up)
uh (warm up, warm up)
hip-hop game, haha
warm up, yeah
ay bring them drums in
hip-hop game n-gg-
ay, warm up
got a dolla and a dream
just watch n-gg-
warm up!

yeah, hey!
hey, i’m just a carolina n-gg- goin’ hard for the ‘ville
i ain’t seen six figures but i feel like a mill’
cause i’m fresh up off the deal, will i chill? never that!
i’m the hottest n-gg- out and you could tell the devil that
got that crack! went from pebble to that roc, pedal that
so much b-ss, i mean n-gg-s can’t tell where the trouble at
on the track, n-gg-s can’t keep up, they look, they trailin’ back
now they bustas couldn’t catch up even if i pedal back
won’t lose, bet on that! i’ll be in debt forever
plus whatever jigga say, i’m hot
that’s like the pac off, ghetto black
now these industry n-gg-s like d-mn, “jay said all that? ”
same n-gg-s could’ve signed me, now they gon regret all that
bet on that! b-tch, this my beat, look how i get on that sh-t
i’m on it like i own it cus i sewn it
needle and thread, hip-hop peers know them drums express youself
aye look, i tried to school these n-gg-s, they need extra help
i mean they just don’t get the message dawg, no test could help
and now i’m on some ‘f-ck you n-gg-s’, go molest yourself
i’m tryna ball til i fall, catch myself, then ball again
fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again
part of him, sick n-gg-, never been a b-tch n-gg-
spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich n-gg-
had to dream to make a team and get up off the bench n-gg-
you f-ckin’ with me, your eyes is slimma then a stick figure,
get bigga n-gg-

hey, blood, sweat and tears, i paid my price
hey, so come and get this good game
aye you should come and get this good game
hey, hey
i pray for days and nights i gave my life
hey, so you can come and get this good game
think you should come and get this good game
hey heeyy

yeah
i’m just a down south n-gg-, lil’ east coast flow
from the concrete jungle where the trees don’t grow
from the ‘ville, where the motherf-ckin’ streets so cold
n-gg- i could show you streets where police won’t go
we just tryna get a piece, my n-gg- we so po’
why you lookin’ at him, wonderin’ why he sold dope
or why she smoke crack? or why he tot gats?
gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat
a n-gg- heat gon’ clap, your heartbeat go flat
the lord giveth and he taketh, while he repo that
they don’t quiver, they don’t shake, man they just reload gats
so much beef for a n-gg- to have a feast on that
now a n-gg- like myself ain’t had to keep no gats
but nowadays mo’f-ckers is weak, won’t scr-p
so them og’s tell a n-gg-, “please, roll strapped”
it’s f-cked up a n-gg- man it be’s like that
it be’s like that (hey) and it be’s like that (hey)
them boys from the ‘ville and yeah it be’s like that

hey, blood, sweat and tears, i paid my price (yeah, j. cole n-gg-)
hey, so come and get this good game
(shut me out man, shout out to hip-hop game)
aye you should come and get this good game
(uh uh uh uh, the warm up) hey, hey
i pray for days and nights i gave my life
(shout out to my n-gg- elite and that’s me on the beat, yeah)
hey, so you can come and get this good game
(look out for, for that warm up!)
think you should come and get this good game
(watch out for, for that warm up!)
hey heeyy (and i’m out)
hey heeyy (b-tch)
hey heeyy
hey heeyy
hey heeyy

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