Conejo - Games f**ed Up lyrics

This lazy muthuf**ers ain't with the business I've been head patrolling blowing up the bridges At ah distance, foo I strap with ah quickness Ain't no room to grieve ain't no forgiveness Call my mistress, like where's my weed She say it's on it's way no later than three That's good, cus I wanna get high Then get up in that booth, and spit some rhymes About nights, at them SKS'es If you had any doubt I'ma answer your questions Leave impressions, like homeboy your gangsta Ah bad situation bout to be ah disaster And ah laughter, is of ah man insane And the beat you got knocking is my casting fame They spot the rain, in Southern California Hold up I got ah call from Atlanta Georgia The games f**ed up gotta set things straight I do this for the culture, it's not for the hate But wait dawg, don't get me wrong Cus I check muthuf**as, in all my songs And that could be you if you become my target Dead body rolled up, in ah f**ing coffin I'm heartless, that means I'll cut you up Until you get it right you got the game f**ed up It's ah long time coming, but now it's here With them vendetta boys I'ma bring your fear But what is fear, compared to love It's ah battle sitting fights with the woof from above We in the middle, and everything is ah riddle I sleep with the pistol till I get an acquittla My profit triple, the math thematic is simple The props going off foo my lyrics ah missile Here's the issue, they not doing enough They caught up in the mix they just stunning a lot That's why I owe this, ese year after year With that top tier flow, is the flow of the year And all this new artist, that's coming around Trying'a set up shop, they about to get shot POP, like ah f**ing pimple That's all I'm gon' say, on this instrumental The games f**ed up gotta set things straight I do this for the culture, it's not for the hate But wait dawg, don't get me wrong Cus I check muthuf**as, in all my songs And that could be you if you become my target Dead body rolled up, in ah f**ing coffin I'm heartless, that means I'll cut you up Until you get it right you got the game f**ed up I'm checking out the scene, and I see all the teams Some got the drive but they lack the means Should that stop 'em, no not at all Before you f**ing work you need to learn how'da crawl Cus this is what you call, professional ball So if you ain't on that level then you need to withdraw And some could ball, off ah secret a**ault The plot carried out with ah poisonal gun If the drums sound hard, than I'ma sound harder Or I could take ah couple bullets with this body armor I'm ah martor, with several criminal partners And when I'm in the zone I'm ah ghetto monster That's for starters, then it get complex Sex rock and roll and this royalty checks Coming in, from all sorts of places Call me C Rap Propellers cus it touch on bases The games f**ed up gotta set things straight I do this for the culture, it's not for the hate But wait dawg, don't get me wrong Cus I check muthuf**as, in all my songs And that could be you if you become my target Dead body rolled up, in ah f**ing coffin I'm heartless, that means I'll cut you up Until you get it right you got the game f**ed up