The following is a DJ Skee presentation
[Busta]
My n***a Game
I remember when I first met the n***a!
n***a hella-flamed up, flagging and all that
n***a told me he come through Cedar Block
Out there in Compton and sh**
I said if this was one of my n***as from New York this n***a be my n***a
Even though he from the West Coast, he still my f**in' n***a
Crazy sh** though is even though it seem like the homie be strugglin' between good and bad
At the end of the day, it always come from a genuine place
Luh that n***a
[Verse 1 — Game]
I wake up in the morning to Ciroc and some pancakes
Give a f** about a bar: b**h, this a mixtape!
Give a f** about a car: b**h, this a Rover!
You're driving a mistake like me dissin' Hova
But I don't give a f** n***a, do it all again
Rule #1: never make a rap n***a friend
But I run up on a muthaf**in' rap n***a Benz
In Miami feeling like Khaled: “All I do is win"
80 thousand on the bracelet, watch got a facelift
Driving through the hood in this muthaf**in' spaceship
Feeling like the first man on the moon
Draped in all black, whole club full of goons
Pumpin' bottles 'til them pretty hoes move
Tonight I'm f**in' with b**hes with scars and bullet wounds
Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
Soo Woo straight up out my mama womb, n***a
[Hook]
I'm in all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
n***a gotta keep it trill
I'm blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill
Don't make me hit my brake lights
It's a cold world, but it don't taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rear view
So I can see clear through the haters
[Verse 2 — Game]
From the cradle to the grave n***a, do it hard body
But I never f** wid a b**h wid a hard body
Soft as a peach, life is a beach
And I'm in Venice layin' on the beach white sheets
With a dime-piece staring at my timepiece: what it say?
By 6 o'clock we be chillin' at the Mandolay...nice
Chandon on the ice
Swimming in this f**in' money - buy a hatin' n***a life
Ask about mine, n***a, I reply twice
b**hes run around my house, 3 blind mice
Get lost in this muthaf**a
But I never get crossed in this muthaf**a
Rottweilers at the door!
Dobermans by the pool, Dimes by the furnace
Live life like Capone cause a mutha f**a earned it
Paper planes wid dem hundred dolla bills
Spent a couple mill but still, n***a
[Hook]
I'm in all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
n***a gotta keep it trill
I'm blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill
Don't make me hit my brake lights
It's a cold world, but it don't taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rear view
So I can see clear through the haters
[Verse 3 — Game]
One love to my n***as, 2 claps for my hoes
Buy a dime piece some clothes, well n***a, I suppose
I can get her Jimmy Choos, Don't mean that Im'a do it
Went light skinned cause my first baby mama blew it
Now I'm stuntin' on dem hoes
What happened to the Buick?
n***a turned rap star, God bless music
Now a n***a gettin' head whenever I choose it
Blues Brother's j**els covered in that new Goose n'
Grew up on that Snoop sh**
Gin got me woozy
Got me feeling sorry for my n***a Lil' Boosie
Turn up the f**in' radio, bang a lil' Gucci
Get high as a hummingbird, and touch a little coochie
Yeah, I'm a made man, b**h what you thought?
If I want an Aston, that f**in' b**h bought
Tell my n***a AR: “Go open up the vault
And f** what it costs, money talk n***a!”
[Hook]
I'm in all red like my brake lights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
n***a gotta keep it trill
I'm blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill
Don't make me hit my brake lights
It's a cold world, but it don't taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rear view
So I could see clear through the haters
I paint the whole town, same color as my brake lights