The Game

The Game - God Speed

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<b>God Speed</b> by <i>The Game</i><br />

Need y’all to understand what I’m ’bout to do

Keep it gangsta in this Lou Vuitton designer shoes

Front of club, live stuntin’ in that Masi coup

Then we gonna check China, see what king of diamonds do

Pass the curse that a y’all when I will climb the roof

That nigga get down for me like I bought the shoe

Tell him it’s money thing, my nigga signed a grill

The kid rabbis, running trains like a monorail

Introduce you to my team, niggas you need to know

We pop the space, the bottle look like C3PO

Blowing that last security, telling us to keep it low

But when you pay me for a walkthrough this is what you need to know

We’re smoking all night, kid got a handle for me

Nuttella on it and twelve bottles is mandatory

And we gon need a few Serats and them gooses too

Shane go for green house and dream down to Houston too

Watch Himalaya eating shrimps while I throw these ones

Jas drunk as fuck cause every time I look he show his gun

Every time we in the strip club he got Dakota’s one

Surrounded by killaz cause jade prince know his son

And I’m all ‘ight with that cause rap a lot my fam

And every time he asks me can I dot dot? Yea, I can

Cause he been looking out for me before the trade co sign

And I was there with him and 2 when they heard that Drake’s gon sign

But look at Drake now. Every time I need some he’d do it and say

J hawl if you need some

And that’s loyalty in the industry that’s full of snakes

When niggas send a bottle to your table just to show their face

And bitches stand there looking pretty just to get a glass of ace

Most of these hoes dumb and they nothing but a ass and face

But if you are the one that’s lucky enough to stand up on this couch

Make sure soon as we hop in that Phantom you got them titties out

I hate you fake hoes, I swear I hate you fake hoes

Your fake ass, your fake nose, you’re never gon be J Lo

Nicki put you on that mike, Carl’s got you thinking that you on the right

Cause the fuck that Nicki’s in that white Porsche

But I got news for ya: got a wifey and three kids at home

And I can’t even start to count how many times we’ve been to Rome

My oldest get his tennis on, my youngest got his tennis on

And you ain’t never seen a four year old swaging in his farms

Now they wanna be him cause he rocking coliseums

Used to rock it for the themes, now he rock with Europeans

All out and doubling with them green bottles bubbling

Twins I call double men calling me by my government

I swear to God that I’m loving it, I’m on the beach with Miss Dominican Republic

Even she’s surprised that she’s sucking it

But don’t be surprised that I’m fucking

Never cuff and always puffing, these bitches know who they fucking with

I’m the fucking shit, handsome ass nigga

Fuck with me, I fuck with her

You don’t need ransom cash nigga

Now cancel that nigga like my black bed service

Don’t believe none of you niggas till the plaque start surfacin’

Niggas get nervous when we hop at them some Bourbons

Get the time wearin’ rags around our heads like they’re turbans

Half them niggas murking, I’m behind them Phantom curtains

Heading to grace though, my alibi is this Persian

Her alibi is this Asian, I call that a persuasion

From Hollywood lock-up to yelling out Brenda Spencer

Dumb bitch right here wanna know why the bottle green

I’m something like them gulf niggas, I have seen a lot of green

Six hundred forty mill, about to play the lottery

A rich can’t play twice, don’t lie to me

Cause a donut trunking fish like they eye to me

Ain’t no lemon spending this money, I’m bout it bought it B

I’m hoodie’s new rapper’s try to be

Every new nigga that say fire becomes a prodigy

And you should honor me, and my jersey up short

We got a situation, nigga Jordan’s

You don’t know about my occupation nor about fucking these hoes

Nor I rock these Loubrettons and smoke till it’s stuck in my toes

And I got your girl in the comfortable clothes

I’m ’bout to take her lower what’s right a point than my nose

It’s money gang bitch, now watch my company blow

And go from a hot logo to something you know

I’m in that Maseratti, Jordan’s punching the floor

And you can act like you don’t nigga, but…

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