J.Christ-"Game"
(Hook)
You ain't got no love for us,f** you,hope you burn in flames/
We ain't never coming up,nah homie,sh** the same/
Always been top shelf,tried not to f** with lames/
Twenty mill cash,you still trying to run game/
(Verse)
And that's like playing in Nevada
Aces up my sleeve like the bottle/
On my arm is a model,smoking artesano
Raw rolled up,what,this is a hold up/
Labels putting money in the bag
But it ain't enough,so we still on it like bad/
The way you make me feel is like the man in the mirror
Needs a big a** house,could it be more clearer/
You ain't near my catalog,couldn't touch the adlibs
You are not an actor,you're a f**ing actress/
Hoes try to Jack they own friends like Cactus
It's diamonds when I finger f** my ring like matches/
I set fire,i get higher
Than any drug,let's try your luck/
And see who's f**ed,when the game's over
The flow and the beat got the same owner/
(Hook)
You ain't got no love for us,f** you,hope you burn in flames/
We ain't never coming up,nah homie,sh** the same/
Always been top shelf,tried not to f** with lames/
Twenty mill cash,you still trying to run game/