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the game – the game freestyle | la leakers freestyle #147 كلمات اغاني

[intro: the game]
hey, yeah
hey, it’s a hit_boy beat, man, look
check it out
balenciaga shades and all

[verse: the game]
y’all n_ggas got me f_cked up
n_ggas must think i’m lloyd banks or young buck
don’t press your dumb luck, i got my gun tucked
’cause i don’t like how n_ggas did nip’
i guess it’s time to show these n_ggas what it is, hit
lyrically, miracly, spiritually here in the flesh
how i’m not top 5? n_ggas appear to be deaf
so i throw up gang signs, you understand me now?
keep sleeping, i’ll put you where you can’t be found
where you can rest eternally and you can’t hear sound
and your oldest son the head of your family now
f_ck ’em, ’cause we headеd to miami now
and it’s a hit_boy beat, f_ck a hand_me_down
no more freestyling ovеr other n_gga sh_t
i’m on some bigger sh_t
hit make the beat, then i get on some jigga sh_t
’cause when i hit a rock, i’m getting involved
if i gotta get a rock chain from the middle of the mall
n_gga put a diamond tester to it, he gettin’ hurt
if a b_tch ass, i told him, soulja boy did it first
yeah, i’m back in business
and this time i’m not leavin’ till the crack diminished
till the fentanyl dry and the veins don’t stick out
and the n_gga questlove take the afro pick out
back to my roots, freestyling to these black thoughts
black balenciaga, adidas, gassin’ up the trackhawk
or i’m out in paris sn_tching b_tches off the catwalk
and when i k!ll a p_ssy, i don’t even let the cat talk
underground, underdog, sword to the asphalt
i stepped to all the dope n_ggas, they never seen crackwalk
ain’t no competition so kendrick went to africa
ain’t no competition, cole went and got his baskets up
but i’m here masking up, with the masking tape
fiends knockin’ on the door, we closed, don’t ask for yay
you see a aftermath chain? then don’t ask for dre
i’m a legend now, f_ck when i pass away
can’t put the effin’ down, up, then i blast away
break his legs, stuff his shoulders in, no casket sp_ce
nah, i’m lying, it’s just my rap alter ego
the da listenin’, tryin’ to hit a thug with the rico
know i be with gunners, know i keep the heat close
you can’t relate ’cause you ain’t seen what i’ve seen in that peephole
so, dig a sinkhole, throw every n_gga that rap in it
’cause ever since they k!lled pop smoke, there’d been a gap in it
throw all that cap in it, lying about the trap in it
throw all these p_ssy n_ggas beefin’ on this, absented
and i’m abstinent, givin’ no f_cks, n_gga
it’s all love, like i’m sittin’ here with puff, n_gga
you can hate me now
but i won’t stop now
i am the n_gga they never mention in their hip_hop conventions
know why? ’cause i remind them of the trenches
so i must be candyman of the era
n_ggas won’t say my name in the song or the mirror
’cause i reflect on my past and my mishaps
my right hand still where my d_ck at
middle finger up, fl!ck that
tell my new b_tch, “sniff that”
that’s your best friend, i broke her off like a kitkat
where the bricks at, nah, we ain’t sellin’ those
and i still f_ck with ye, but we sellin’ clothes
you n_ggas sellin’ dreams, i wake you up to a nightmare
like me, freddy, jason and michael myers right there
there’s new n_ggas runnin’ ’round like this is su casa
call yourself simba? you learn from mufasa
and i understand you think you nice and you tryin’ things
but if you say you better than me, then you the lying king
ask about me, don’t clash or doubt me
i make your favorite rapper come pick up trash around me
used to walk around new york, red rag around me
that was my dmx, dog tag around me
never keep it twisted ’cause i keep a bag around me
i still jack rappers if they brag around me
keep it private, everything first class around me
like a backwood, opps don’t last around me
lemon on the head of the drum, we make lemonade
one gun, plastic slug, then it disintegrate
disappeared into the crowd like i’m in a rave
and go missin’ like the crack when i’m in a raid
i do dirt like i’m in the grave, and f_ck this rap sh_t
this ain’t even how i’m gettin’ paid
one, two, attention to the center stage
f_ck you, i’m back to my k!llin’ ways
three, four, n_ggas with me, then they prolly strapped
shoe turnin’ backwards like just’ la dodger hat
trigger finger twitching, bullets spin ’em like a laundromat
like an internet laggin’, k!llin’ where they sp_wn ’em at
i’m bad for your health, you’re scared to die, hypochondriac?
p_ssy n_gga gets an itch, hit him with the monistat
’cause once we goin’ in, it ain’t no fallin’ back
and if that draco on my lap, you know i’m in that donda black
ah, extra clip with a bomb at might as well k!ll him if i’ma end up where jeffrey dahmer at, that’s crazy
’cause last night i was with madonna with some supermodels, asking hit where the condoms at
sh_t, i gotta stay protected
this la, they take your life before they take your necklace
take the gun apart, spread the pieces, make the exit
take the clothes off, burn ’em, then they make the exit
look around this motherf_cker, it’s like we’re still in the ’80s
everybody with the sh_t, it’s like a billion dababy’s
i’ve been drilling for this feelin’, my adrenaline’s satan
i’m the black slim shady, i’ve been k!llin’ ’em lately
[outro: the game & justin credible]
get these n_ggas the f_ck outta here, man
drillmatic, august 12th, man
we ain’t come to play no games, man
f_ck all that (game is here)
nah, game was here, i’m out

- the game

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