J. COLE - Good Game lyrics

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Hey, hey (Yeah)

Hey (Warm Up, Warm Up)

Uh (Warm Up, Warm Up)

Hip-Hop game, haha

Warm Up, yeah

Ay bring them drums in

Hip-Hop game nigga

Ay, Warm Up

Got a dolla and a dream

Just watch nigga

Warm Up!

Yeah, hey!

Hey, I'm just a Carolina nigga goin' hard for the 'Ville

I ain't seen six figures but I feel like a mill'

Cause I'm fresh up off the deal, will I chill? Never that!

I'm the hottest nigga out and you could tell the devil that

Got that crack! Went from pebble to that Roc, pedal that

So much bass, I mean niggas can't tell where the trouble at

On the track, niggas can't keep up, they look, they trailin' back

Now they bustas couldn't catch up even if I pedal back

Won't lose, bet on that! I'll be in debt forever

Plus whatever Jigga say, I'm hot

That's like the Pac off, ghetto black

Now these industry niggas like damn, "Jay said all that? "

Same niggas could've signed me, now they gon regret all that

Bet on that! Bitch, this my beat, look how I get on that shit

I'm on it like I own it cus I sewn it

Needle and thread, hip-hop peers know them drums express youself

Aye look, I tried to school these niggas, they need extra help

I mean they just don't get the message dawg, no test could help

And now I'm on some 'fuck you niggas', go molest yourself

I'm tryna ball til I fall, catch myself, then ball again

Fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again

Part of him, sick nigga, never been a bitch nigga

Spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich nigga

Had to dream to make a team and get up off the bench nigga

You fuckin' with me, your eyes is slimma then a stick figure,

Get bigga nigga

Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price

Hey, so come and get this good game

Aye you should come and get this good game

Hey, hey

I pray for days and nights I gave my life

Hey, so you can come and get this good game

Think you should come and get this good game

Hey heeyy

Yeah

I'm just a down south nigga, lil' east coast flow

From the concrete jungle where the trees don't grow

From the 'Ville, where the motherfuckin' streets so cold

Nigga I could show you streets where police won't go

We just tryna get a piece, my nigga we so po'

Why you lookin' at him, wonderin' why he sold dope

Or why she smoke crack? Or why he tot gats?

Gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat

A nigga heat gon' clap, your heartbeat go flat

The Lord giveth and he taketh, while he repo that

They don't quiver, they don't shake, man they just reload gats

So much beef for a nigga to have a feast on that

Now a nigga like myself ain't had to keep no gats

But nowadays mo'fuckers is weak, won't scrap

So them OG's tell a nigga, "Please, roll strapped"

It's fucked up a nigga man it be's like that

It be's like that (Hey) and it be's like that (Hey)

Them boys from the 'Ville and yeah it be's like that

Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price (Yeah, J. Cole nigga)

Hey, so come and get this good game

(Shut me out man, shout out to Hip-Hop game)

Aye you should come and get this good game

(Uh uh uh uh, the Warm Up) Hey, hey

I pray for days and nights I gave my life

(Shout out to my nigga Elite and that's me on the beat, yeah)

Hey, so you can come and get this good game

(Look out for, for that Warm Up!)

Think you should come and get this good game

(Watch out for, for that Warm Up!)

Hey heeyy (And I'm out)

Hey heeyy (Bitch)

Hey heeyy

Hey heeyy

Hey heeyy