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game – 92 bars lyrics


this that sick rap, kick back, come to where i pitch at
where b-tches love the game like tyson beckford six pack
presidential rollie, n-gg-, where your wrist at?

i can kill you in four bars, that’s a kit kat
did the lambo my way with a sick wrap
smooth as frank sinatra with a motherf-cking slick back
no rats in my pack, ain’t no wrinkles in my slacks
counting singles in my shaqs, stacking pringles from the crack
n-gg- i was on the bus with it
had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt
andrew luck with it
we had the rock, hit the block like what’s up with it
jay was in the z, my young gunnas in the truck with it
sigel would’ve loved it, philly would’ve f-cked with it
california state property you n-gg-s stuck with it
brrrring, sold peedi crakk
game was on the block in his beanie with a mac
i’m what you rap n-gg-s ‘fraid of
a compton n-gg- that could go bar for bar with jada
let me tell you who suck, like banana now or laters
blac chyna head the bomb, al-qaeda
listen, you want beef i’ll cater
game snap on everything he like a f-cking wild gator
silver and black ghost, n-gg- that’s al davis
give me left eye back, take fetty wap and the raiders
the rams is back, them bullets getting tossed
16 on your back like you f-cking jeff goff
your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest
kanye shrug b-tch, welcome to the west
yg, nipsey, and kendrick yea check
shout ’em out i just do it like a f-cking nike rep
bently truck chuck, with the henny cupped up
don’t get me f-cked up, you see the semi tucked, duck
p-ss the goose, where them duck ducks?
these hoes foaming at the mouth, they got penny f-cked up
i’m ’bout to poke ’em like a cactus
told that b-tch to roll the philly for the game, and she talking about practice
the maybach is a.i
artificial intelligence motherf-cker that’s junior seau
all my doors suicide, i’m in vegas shoot the five
tell the dealer pay me don’t be shy he ain’t from do or die
now do you wanna ride, back seat of my caddy?
used to flip them pies ain’t no relation to patti
and i move ps, ain’t no relation to swaggy
before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies
that’s caine, no daddy cause i ain’t really have one
and you can’t call yourself dope if you ain’t never bag none
i’m the old dmx you n-gg-s drag-on
game raw as f-ck like poking holes in the magnum
used to ether the n-gg-s in all of my 16s
now i scare ’em once a year like i’m f-cking halloween
this ain’t a dream, n-gg- hurricane a nightmare
stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair
your daddy was a b-tch, i had to do it
i ain’t need no ski mask to do it
murder is rihanna and i’m attracted to it
name a state, i’ll send a package through it
if the fed hack into it, they get bossed on like i’m m-ssachusetts
sitting in this maybach with music
your head is like mustard beat and i’ll put the ratchet to it
and this scope will get your mouth washed when i attach it to it
gold on my neck, i make your b-tch put her back into it
usain bolt if you bring a real track into it
another cl-ssic moving the way to aftermath to do it
dre had the chronic all i did was put the matches to it
known for putting cheese on n-gg-s heads the way the packers do it
and i had the yay, yea i brought crack to music
every situation in rap, i’ve been a savage through it
and all these hoes getting mad cause i’m smashing through ’em
they can get a ring one day, if the cavs can do it
who else you seen parked at the swap meet in james bond sh-t?
another foreign car driven by a convict
aventador matte black akon lips
nas ether n-gg-s, game napalm sh-t
n-gg-s say my name i pop up like the state farm b-tch
no n-gg- can see me, on or off tv
gun by them yeezys, i’m the 6′ 5″ eazy
lightskin b-tches be mad and talking greasy
i’ma start f-cking them dej loafs and dreezy’s
i’ma start beefing with cole, drizzy and cornrow kenny
or you could pick your favorite rapper, and he gon’ be pouring out henny
i got a b-tch from minne-apolis pack a semi
bang the ratchet at denny’s and fly herself back to philly
she got a couple mill and she don’t even know meek
and ever since that n-gg- snitched on me we just don’t speak
see that sh-t you got with drake is like a slow leak
blood’ll be dripping like niagara if i poke meek
nicki won’t get no sleep, i’m coming through at 4 a.m
four deep, to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets
it could happen lowkey
you better have ross call me or you gon’ be eye level with a roach feet
this ain’t a diss, n-gg-
this is all lives matter except this n-gg-‘s
this 1992 sh-t ain’t no new sh-t
we in that all black you won’t know who blood and who crip
with guns big enough to sink a f-cking cruise ship
f-ck around and be a news clip with them loose lips
my n-gg- drizzy packed you out and you ain’t do sh-t
this the golden state and my shooters ain’t on no hoop sh-t
n-gg-, you know that i’ll snap you like a toothpick
and snitching on n-gg-s ain’t never been no cool sh-t
and i’ve been wanting to give nicki this pool stick
so tell your lil’ vivrant thing come f-ck with q-tip
we know where you live, n-gg-, you better move quick
and start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with