GAME Video (MV)

Ooh, sun, sounds like candy
Know that I'm the shit, shit, I came to keep it lit
I ain't f*ckin' with you niggas, but I still might f*ck your bitch
Know that I'm the shit, shit, I came to keep it lit

I ain't f*ckin' with you niggas, but I still might f*ck your bitch
Got My game from the bay in the 707 hills
Got my game from the bay in the 707 hills
Got my game from the bay in the 707 hills

You ain't the dookie nigga, you ain't even shit stains
Who are you? Mr. Owl, the bird brain
Firmament is the limit, so peep game
Your body is containment for a no-name

Got my compass and my sundial, checkin' the time
Is it 2024, years after Christ died
Guess we have to be patient and wait for the right time
Half breed native, white boy sippin' white wine

1000 year of shine i see the devil in you're peop
Influenced is a motherf*cker, deception is evil
You're really all broke, you're like me, you sell coke
Guess the industry deal nowadays is a joke

I got thr plug , I'll quench the beat with the juice
Might leave your bitch thirsty when I get loose
Might whip out the pipe and play duck, duck goose
And strip you for that backpack and them weird shoes

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Got my game from the bay in the 707 Hills
I know that I'm the shit, and I came to keep it lit
I ain't f*ckin' with you niggas, but I still might f*ck your bitch

I don't want no shot glasses, I take it by the fifth
If my rap career don't work, I'm finna get it out your bitch
I'm super sick with it , every time I get with it
Layin' pipe on the track like a f*ckin' dick, did it
I came to speak the facts, like a rat, straight snitches
Sour Cream when I rap, tell my blacks, get with it
Give them somethin' to slide to, somethin' to ride to
Somethin' half-white, it might make them all like you

F*ck a culture vulture, I stay in my own lane
I am who I am, I'm still producin' all these flames
They love it when I rap, yellow, white, brown, and black
I'm bout to go grab my head, dress and dance to the slap

Plus, all these newbies there signing
Sound like crap when they give me a chance
I'm finna let the party dance
Turnin' out all events on the venue party plans

Cause my lyrics on point, and my beats straight slap ho
Really f*ckin' street with I I keep a gun for that back doe
Always down to chuck it like a man, I speak my mind
Through patasos at you levas, and spit my rhymes

And I ain't even Mexican, I'm still spittin' game bro
Boy you ready for the rain, the struggles and the pain ho this world gets weird when the seasons try to change
Yo, you really want some crack raps? I'll sell you ass, some crack ho

Right in your face, the same place as that back doe
You tryna test my ego when I'm based off the truth
Hittin' home runs off the park like my name was Babe ruth
Might sling her ass some dick, sling her at some group

Put some foes on a cut list, Cadillac coupe
Candy paint with a system and a hole in the roof
Got my own flow, you don't see me with the group
Got my game from the bay and the 707 heels

Banger on my lap, backward on my lip
Face shots, chest shots, shoot em in the hips
Load up the magazines, whoops, I meant clips
Messy be the king, only makes hits

My game's super thick, like some homemade grits
I know that I'm the shit, I can't stop and won't quit
Bless, any beat with a present, my voice is the gift
Outlawed empire runs this whole shit

And get rich studios, the mission is get rich
So millions of people buy it when I spit
So I'm Chuck E. Cheese'd up, outfitted with my kids
And they don't have to live the way that I live

Got my game from the bay and the 707 heels
Got my game from the bay and the 707 heels
Got my game from the bay and the 707 heels
Got my game from the bay and the 707 heels