Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Man like I be playing life like a f*ckin' game like for real
Like this shit, like, like GTA
For real
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, if you play that shit right
Life is a game, it's simple
You is the one that choose who you hang around
So I treat my space like a temple
Don't get it stuck in my mental
He touch me, he die, call me fentanyl
Raising the prices, I stay on my feet
Cause I know that the fall won't be gentle
Coming in second your only credential
Taking my time so my plays are elite
She like my music, she say it's unique
Don't rap about killing, but shit is not sweet
She in the rhythm, she pick all my beats
I gave her a dollar, she brought me back three
Like her story, and she sent me to the GC
I ain't worried cause life fun and games with me
Missing out for the attention you seek
Ong
Player Two gotta relax
Multiple rounds it ain't just back to back
I made her Mrs.Incredible stretch
I can't keep going, don't got nothing left
She let everyone f*ck, but this bih got me waiting
She want relations, that ship is not sailing
Wonder if I should dip me and bro was debating
She hang around me, she think I'ma get famous
I caught her in her lie but she flipped it on me
Yeah
And my bro tried to rap, but he minutes off beat
I say life is a game, different difficulties
Yeah
So I switch into whatever's comforting me
Yeah
F*ck her, then I go ghost
I only do that to the hoes
I may f*ck with you today
Maybe tomorrow you all on your own
I think I gotta cheat code
I use it and everyone gone
I use it and I'm all alone
I use it and I'm in my zone
Yeah
She tweaking she heated
Yeah
And I bet that she don't know the reason
She so toxic bet she just want semen
Yeah
She get mad, throw a fit, get to screaming
Yeah
I don't know how we enter the bed
I don't know how she giving me head
She can't talk, I don't know what she said
I want you to just guess it instead
Yeah
I roll my problems and blow out the answers
She stand out to me, pussy, matching Pink Panthers
I can go ghost onna bih Danny Phatom
We can lose and come back, win the chip, Alabama
You are too grown to still f*ck up on grammar
Glow in the dark, you can call me Green Lantern
He speak on the dead guess he doesn't have manners
Cut from the team he coun uphold the standard
Yeah
Life is a game, it's simple
You is the one to choose who you hang around
So I treat my space like a temple
Don't get it stuck in my mental
He touch me, he die, call me fentanyl
Raising the prices, I stay on my feet
Cause I know that the fall won't be gentle
Coming in second, y'all only credential
Ay
Taking my time, so my plays are elite
She like my music, she say it's unique
Don't rap about killing, but shit is not sweet
She in the rhythm, she pick all my beats
I gave her a dollar, she brought me back three
Like a story, and she sent me to the GC
I ain't worried, cause life fun and games with me
Missingout for the attention you seek
On God