TwoFourteen - The Game Lyrics

Its the game, this how we run it
All up in it

You don't know the game
I know that you don't know the pain
Y'all don't get it though
You think this music shit a game?
What you know about them gains?
They still don't get it though
I threw a hunned on my name
F*ck the fame; I love the game
But y'all don't don't get it though
They still don't get it though
They still don't get it though

You don't need to know what I'm coppin'
You don't need to see what I'm rockin' (you don't need to see!)
You don't need to know what I'm droppin'
Nigga it's plain to see you ain't poppin' (can't f*ck with me!)
I gotta goal to feed
I'm getting closer
Stackin' up my trophies and I set it by the sofa
Pull out the couch and bend that ass over
Shorty tryna let a thug nigga take over (lemme get that!)
Money on my mind; so I'm focused (facts)
Cutting niggaz off, no notice (facts)
Another check coming that's a bonus
Bum ass niggaz; y'all hopeless (yeah)
And I really do hope for the best
I guess
Money on my mind, obsessed
Uh!
But I'm back in the game
Set it off
I don't need no exchange
Lean with me
Lets ride
Issa whollotta gang life (gang, gang)
Man you know I don't bang like
I still hang with the gang like (gang, gang)
TwoFour stepping in the ring
I'm outta shape but I'm still nice
Just wait; better hang tight
This next verse bout to bang twice (aye)

You don't know the game
I know that you don't know the pain
Y'all don't get it though
You think this music shit a game?
What you know about them gains?
They still don't get it though
I threw a hunned on my name
F*ck the fame; I love the game
But y'all don't get it though
They still don't get it though
They still don't get it though

I got hella instrumentals in my cavalry
So when it comes to war
These niggaz can't out battle me (oh no, no, no)
I been running this field
Nigga I got that bag on me (oh no, no, no)
I've been keeping it trill
Nigga I got that swag on me
Yeah
I don't f*ck with them fake Nike's (nah)
Authentic, and I do it right (yeah)
All in it, I don't care for hype
Cause the boss winning; I don't even try
Bad bitch tryna pick n choose
I'm running game; I could never lose
On the full court I got all the moves (all the moves)
TwoFour; always had the juice
They ain't ready for this take over
Put in work til the days over (whoa)
My nights high;my days sober (aye)
Paper chasin', feeling like a clover (aye)
Go hard nigga 2 times
Hitting niggaz with the two liners
Got chemistry like it's new science
Ten toes, running thru the lines (aye)
(F*ck with me)

You don't know the game
I know that you don't know the pain
Y'all don't get it though
You think this music shit a game?
What you know about them gains?
They still don't get it though
I threw a hunned on my name
F*ck the fame; I love the game
But y'all don't don't get it though
They still don't get it though
They still don't get it though