Lyrics:
Mehn I'm thanking God for all these gifts
I'm getting vicious by the track
You better run I ain't even 21 yet
Vamonos, Vamonos
Pulling up in
piece vibin
...She doing what I say Im Simon
Drive by like snoop windows tinted
Nigga you another mark, I’m wit it........
Pass me the L let’s hit
What You Saying
Better Run My ShiT Fast Usain
Top Game Crazy
Almost Ripped Out Her Braids
Gotta Get Used To It
It Aint A Phase
Just Like Simon
Do What
a thousand miles
If I check my vault probably got like a thousand files
They asked if I chose this life said no like Simon cowell
Got married to the game but
Keep two sticks like a drum band
N***a live strong like the wristband
Feenin for that water ice drippin
Strips blue hunnas thats franklins
Keep two
inside
Now I question everything that you do
Burning every book that I shared with you
My tears are red but my blood runs blue
Go and find another man you
You only get a single chance
The rules are very plain
The truth is well concealed inside
The details of the game
You can hear it coming
You
you run your mouth I'll run you outta town
I come through cause commotion
Raw emotion is my potion
You in the game but I'm coachin'
I'm on the beat like
It's just like they mother
I guess it's they nature it runs down the line
X Y
Feel like I'm Guy I'm unlocking the gate (Huh)
Call me a sensei I've
of gin
So much smoke need oxygen
Steadily countin' them Benjamins, nigga
You should too, if uou knew, what this game'll do to you
Been in this shit
Babylon (get your high on)
Speek to your massier (?)
Come along hit the bong (get your high on)
Simon says.....
Shut the fuck up if you anit got no
Should I let the led rush
Turn dz pussy niggaz into dust chasing cash know I gotta run it up
Stuffing grams in the bag jus made another play gotta
jungle
Where we chase the sun
No Shortcut to success, it's a marathon, not a run
Aye
Blue pills in my pocket they stackin' up high
Countin' every dollar
What's up dog
What's up ey
What's up perro
Yeah
I run with the real ones
Simon
Hey drop that shit holmes
[Chorus x2: Frank V]
If you a sucker
What's up dog
What's up ey
What's up perro
Yeah
I run with the real ones
Simon
Hey drop that shit holmes
[Chorus x2: Frank V]
If you a sucker
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
My bags are packed, I’m out the door
Not gonna play this game no more
I need the sun, I need a beach
In these walls the world is out of reach
Blue
Today I feel blue
This mood is not new
Day after day
It's always the same
Today I feel blue
This mood is not new
Days go by
Let it shine let it shine
shoulders
Fuck'd my neck up
I Hadda run from the rollers
To fuck a check up
All this weight on my shoulders
I can't let up
Felt the game gettin colder
I'm so
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
different dimensions
I got a cali connection
Car got twelve pistons in my engine
Like blue clues I leave them guessing
Pull up with glock extension
New car
em up
It's all a game in their head, I'll let em run amok
Remember the game is over once the buzzer bust
still alone
I can’t put a bitch first
Yeah I got this game by the throat
Bout to put it in a hearse
Cuz I
[Chorus] x2
(A) Knew I’d be here I’m psychic
Chrome soles on the Raf Simons
Checking on my cousins
I ain’t seen em since last Christmas
Lee that’s like my brother
From another, it’s past
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