The Game

The Game - I Just Wanna Be

rate me

Yeah, still mad bout that area, big shout contest

Still mad bout that motherfucker hot side, how your get man?

It’s nothing here to bust, it’s nothing to a chian,

Let’s keep it funky, so I’mma smoke and gase the man

I’m straight to fuck up that CPT

I’m stress from that FC

Still broke as a motherfucker, still on the ground

I gotta go

That ain’t the right magazine, you read the wrong page

You talk about guns, nigga I just blaze

Fuck the souse, it’s time to change

Throw no candy pain, no wide in the rain

I’m a gangster, I die for the change

Is me and my BH, won’t worst exchange

I pull up that black thing, if niggas wanna bang

Let ‘em rapper on your head like do you’re strange?

Take the bandela, wipe of my Louie flames

They fly to Jamaica, on that G for play

Streets is watching, them niggas wanna murder the game

Cuz I beat niggas like hot pawing in purple rain

Run up on me like the light, pay the curve on brains

Be murder in case like ex hurricanes

Lift joy and pain, nigga pay this love

Now we right and get a new work

This is church for dogs

I got a feeling

Bitch, niggas wanna blast me because I’m living flashy

Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I’mma punch ya

I got a feeling

Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their bitches love me

I got a feeling

You rather see death in jail

I keep guns and chatters for bail

I’m in the streets for real

You climb shout and just rap

Ya make love longs, nigga I bust that

Fuck chinning, get chancy and jim

I’m gangster leaning in that banz on the big chrome rings

I’m a young thug, and I ride from my block

Like end up all the way I’m hallin’

Fuck the cops, I pull out that cage pompin’ for a nigga that want all

Like going the mangly the mugging, you get toast in the truck

I cook tease and make hard cruff for cane

Never been the type of run , I pull the trigger and scream

And haters wanna kill baller cuz that nigga’s the man

I’mma boos, in order Calley bay talk to

Catching and attempted the murder cage

Build on next day light lure

Then above the provide jacket landed W key, key

We young black gansters man

Wiping cheese nigga

I got a feeling

Bitch, niggas wanna blast me because I’m living flashy

Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I’mma punch ya

I got a feeling

Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their bitches love me

I got a feeling

You rather see death in jail

I keep guns and chatters for bail

Fanes wanna drag down every key lower shit

Trick niggas wanna chase every hoer I hit

My life style is just like a Pachinko flag

Fuck cheados, I try to stag casino chips

And ain’t nigga out there, hotter’s the kid

I coped back the glag in a few shots, do you read?

I push hot these and still coped East tape

Streets to Miami the hot clip clop

Gonna shop and sprees according A to Banini

23 MJ-s on them Lamborghini

Bean on my flows comes in

Dog come in, I wide get chose and them whores come in

Dog I flip cash like a ?

You ain’t wanna see this young nigga blast the math

You ain’t wanna see this young nigga flash the stocks

I got big money bags, might satisfy

I got a feeling

Bitch, niggas wanna blast me because I’m living flashy

Haters pray on my down fall, run up and I’mma punch ya

I got a feeling

Jealous suckers wanna slug me because their bitches love me

I got a feeling

You rather see death in jail

I keep guns and chatters for bail

I got a feeling

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