Lyrics:
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
starts to look over at the
Volleyball game going on in the grass
The ball flew in the water, what a terrible pass
Now George calls out to Dan, and Dan
and the Aggies and the Hamptons
They book us, won't book us, I'm Booker
T. Washington, George killed, for twenty
Think about it (think), that's two thousand
... shot at me every time
Wasted hours stuck in a twisted maze
Till it was you who took me out of the game
I came alive ... didn't have to crawl
What's up
You say what
It's your boy Ariyo Burna you already know
See how I do this shit rightly
And then it be like George W.Draper
You say what
the horses mouth yunno
Well truth is niggas in the streets got to get together all over the nation
I'm talm bout we gotta get together in Chicago
We gotta get
I just wanna come in and fuck the game up
Look it, right in the eyes fuck the game up
With my eye on the prize fuck the game up
Pull punches til
be Boy George
Well, by George, I think he's got it
The Georgia Dome will fill
On my latest project
Cause the Georges on my bills
Prove we the hottest
and my boy we handle that ya know?
I can do it by myself but I still need a little backup ya know?
[King George]
Yeah, you got No Limit records straight
"Who's Shakespeare?" "It's me, honey" (dumb bitch)
You see this country was built by hungry strugglin' hustlers
In they twenties, now they making stupid
life's for madness
Wish it all away one day thank god For Nas's magic
I'd let him rule the world
Help the boys and girls
And everything in between
Doesn't
my attention
How good im looking theres no need to mention
Get on the flight make sure that its tight
Just give me the night girl im George Benson
Obamas father wrote about
And Obama so lovingly signed onto
We are so late in the game so so dire the need to end this extermination
Even if it is too
it we can’t take it.
Caught up in the same matrix. Being foul they all flagrant.
Let them boots hit the ground baby gotta hit the pavement.
Like look
on you
I'm the realist in the biz, how you livin'?
'Cause you can get it how you live
And while you livid, I'm a say my pull out game is so real
I still
Head up in the game, head up in the game
Head up in the game, woah
Caught up in the moment, bro, it's like a dream
Yeah, playing for the prize
Beat the track in the head, but I instead
Pull my dart gun and bust sixteen until it's dead
I'm the game, all of my dogs be off the chain
Yellin Wu
bumbling like
Barry Benson, Freddie Benson
Five four three two
Life should be like a reboot
Then why when something flashy walk past me
Am I thinking it's
the orange, man, gonna rip him for his rind
Gonna take him bar bar, then I'll crunch him like Kind
Ball out like Benson, keep it sticky like it's pops
If you
all
Where I got my start
Where they still love Jesus, by God
And know George Strait songs by heart
Out in the middle of it all
Where I got my
a guillotine to hypocrisy
White hypebeasts say they rock with me
Step in the club and they all stop to see
Ship the shit in this spliff from California
Don't
around, goons be on your top just like a Go-Pro
Them pounds we gon' blow those
We count it all then throw it up in slow-mo
I'm riding in my low-low
know life ain’t a game but we’re still playing
People dying in the hood so we’re just praying
That we make it through today without us laying
'Bookey
the air (yeah)
Grind sun down 'til it comes up again
Stay down 'til we come back up again (yeah)
It's all in the game, the ups, the downs
It's all in
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