Davaun Francis - Games (Prod. Kurtis Blow) lyrics

[Verse 1] This is where the story begins Her name's Beverly, in the hills is where she's forever been She wants to explore so the young lady starts to indulge in sins Rolling with her crew, ran a choo choo in the back seat Of the train, what the hell was on her brain Cause she wants a little fame All the n***as to know her name, she could never know Walking down the road in the morning it was four, leaning off the blow Same n***as run up on her now she's raped left on the floor What to do but see a doctor Cannot tell her parents she ain't seen them since the foster Doc said check back in a few months Stressed and steady hitting these blunts And on top of that none of her homies hit her back, not once Lonely in the ruts, no money coming through Now she's at you, bless who? He said Bev you better work Whether you slang it on the low or f** it Learn to twerk, pride tuck it It's money first, don't ruck it she'll end up hurt Easy on the eyes, speech smooth so eloquent Hit it from above, thinking something like the president Out committing sins still preaching like a reverend It's like going in for surgery when they ain't got no sedative Got to make it on her own cause she really got no relatives Say cash rules everything, so the consequence irrelevant Which ironic cause the way she do it so benevolent But he got her out here working knowing damn well that's she pregnant It's the [Chorus] Games people play (x4) [Verse 2] She's sick and it's just sickening Look at them and they're bickering Wobbling wibbling, winter kicking it in her Timberlands Breast feeding her little martian No milk in the carton, people starting to Fuss and grumble, evolution's a lie we still live in the jungle Fiends begging all she hearing is mumbles Supply dry, she tumbles down the stairs She fumbles courage, left in despair But all is fair in love and war Feel it in her core like the son she just bore Said her hours need more Put him to sleep wait for the snore And grabbed the pistol out the drawer, soar Over to the spot, two pops in his top make his head rock Cops in pursuit, she got the loot Heart beating, breathing fast like she plays the flute Players salute, in cahoots with none Cold like a tundra, under the influence Numb to the fact that her son will be tossed back to the system Made to bend and twist him Don't pay attention the rhythm but message within them Doesn't matter wrong or right She'll see him in twenty-five to life But really guess it's just the [Chorus]