MOOSE - Game 7 lyrics

rate me

Feat. EPonym & Cas

It’s that fourth quarter shit, exposing the bitch made

Separating fact from the fiction in this game

Separate half ass scrubs who still claim

It’s time to quit playing, well bitch we been saying

Factual hustlers, don’t need a time table

Work and dedication, the title arrive later

Make love and loyalty, money arrive later

Know who ya trust now, cause suck ass arrive later

Down with my brothers; and none of us Phi Beta

Go to town on you busters, I don’t blame ya, I’d hate us

The system tried and true, filled with liars and fools

So if we find some truth, it’s probably minus you

So what you trying to do, its win or go home

I ain't the type to lose, in case you don't know

The thing you don't know, I see it in your eyes

Mind steady on the prize, while I see your demise.

[Chorus]

Life’s like a beach, how it be some sometime

Grind in the streets, trying to see some shine

Might not make it

Fuck it I’ll play it

Life’s like a beach, how it be sometime

Grind in the street, trying see some shine

Might not make it, but

I ain't come all this way just to see you take it

Fuck this anxiety, I'm on the wild

A thin line that separates suicide and survival

Put my heart inside a furnace 'till that fire ignite

The folks ain't in town, the town hold suburbans

And if you watching ball games, I play the field

And I ain't in the best ten, but your eyes can notice me

Damn, you see the high life, you know the wheels,

Respect the fans, my master skills, my master pills

I'm sad, you can't compete with the grace

Let alone breath the same air and exist in the same place

This my house, you fucking clowns, you still ain't the shit

Now, I need a pan for the pancakes, that's what the scoffer said

Feeling like the best I ever been

How you talking wagers when this life is on the change?

The odds aren't in your favor

[Chorus]

You aren't no fan of this, you have no plan for this

You lost the house with this, they knew to bounce with this

You aren't no fan of this, you have no plan for this

You lost the house with this, they knew to bounce with this

The game 7 is the same leather who made cheddar.

Post dame in the view, shorty's in that new sweater

Seems they wipping, they tripping and be fall for that

Bounce behind the back, apply the butter, took his pass

Your pistol to repeat, hungry? You should eat

Feel the pressure, you won't hear it when I speak.

[Chorus]