[Hook]
Ugh, I run game, but nah, no we don't ever play
Feel this: fast, legends: maps
We make paths, and send you on your way
Know you in the fray right now
Power on through, we going turn this out
Like a stick up: hands high (high), get your hands high (high)
Get your hands high (high), Get your hands high (high)
[Verse 1: Mad Dukez]
(Make 'em say...) Uggggh
This game is like a drama story
Nathan, no one fabricating bout his rhyming glory
I'm professing that I probably had a couple in it
Hip-hop ain't complete without a rumble hitting
Gotta find the words, Scrabble the deluxe edition
Bambi bust her load, will s** and ruin future living
Shady business keep the cover and the dollars spinning
Money make them hoot and holler, smiling like a gremlin
Or in Christ position, basking while his shoes he flicking
Stories depicted vividly, say I have super vision
Every crew has got an overzealous fraternizer
Rap surprise them, expectations turn to fertilizer
Tele-spitting, better than your cable's best provider
Hitter for hire, out the park off of a pitcher's slider
Voted most unexpected in the ranking cypher
Ugh, running game, but I ain't playing Tiger
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Ugh, one ton-size egos
Extra ordinary attitudes from simple people
My look was small, like through a peephole
These studio deebos, fronting like they k** it – homie, we know
See the pretenders playing dress up from the neck up
Terrible performers in your ear will f** your head up
I check the bill before determining a setup
Gauging the explosion, I perform and never let up
My cold steez, you can't breathe
You fold, please - now get your ante up
My lane strong, your game wrong
Don't play with me, because you ain't built as tough
Rough and rugged from the j**el producing nugget fields
Take personas, get a seat and spin like Ferris Wheels
Spin the gambit, game is handled marathon is running
Ain't no playing gunner, best to lock and load for something
[Hook x3]