Glc - The Game lyrics

[Verse 1: Kallay] Champagne flutes I toast those Kush strains I roast those So player I coach hoes Not Hall of fame but I'm close though Schizophrenic flow switcher Love trees but don't blow swisher Might f** a ho but I don't kiss her Young Chi guy a real go getter Stay round p**y like kitty litter I bob and weave like hair n***a Feeling like that Mohican cause I'm the last real n***a breathin I'm just living progressively your tomorrow's my yesterday Hustle excessively chasing destiny what the method be f** I look like never seeing 7 figures Then I'm no different from none of these other n***as I refuse to lose like Jordan in game 6 Bad chicks plush kicks tryna get rich Investing in myself with every dollar I earn Cause not punching a clocks my #1 concern I'm pa**ed the point of no return pa** the joint and watch it burn Pa** me over watch and learn the pa**ion you see in return [Hook:GLC] No ya role, play ya role Take the road, pay the toll Watch it all take it's toll That's how the game pose to go.(2x) (Repeat) [Verse 2: Chuck L.I.] Church on a movement Whip got a pulpit Riding like the pope no bangs when I'm moving b**hes choosing you'd be truant if you didn't know I'm chosen Money nasty what I'm grossing man I'm tryna buy a ocean (On god) Really I'm finessin Ain't no sense in stressin Unless n***as Smith and Wesson Then I'll be investin Rolling up that sticky wit Missy My whip look like its a hickey I'm sitting on them 24's I call em griffey's I'm picky stop critiquing my sh** you know how scholars get f** a metaphor I ain't met a million dollars yet Ism dripping down to my shoulders it got my collar wet Give her back shots in the backlot til I hollar back Shorty pour the henny up Rub a n***a back or somethin Man get the swisher sweets roll a n***a pack or somethin I don't f** wit most of these lames dawg they lackin somethin I always play my role They be like do you act or somethin [hook] [Verse 3: Kallay] Say he god like cause I'm made in his image Hard life so I'm blazing the spinach Ounce of OG 2 dimes and a grimace Cause life ain't sh** but a race to the finish It's the young stoner paper plane roller So high probably up somewhere solar Recovering weed addict six seconds sober My new miss from ole miss was miss October That's a college girl and a model chick A sophisticated lady who moscato sip Feeling like Orville wright Jedi knight every bar I writes like neon light Bright, my minds at an airplane height Mid flight and rising this just round one Living out my dreams never scared of the outcome Cause it ain't over til Precious drop a album, n***a! [Hook] [Outro: Kallay] No offense to Pipp I gotta be the man (Be the man) Young and fly forever just like Peter Pan (Just like Peter Pan) Better under pressure like charcoal Been through hells flames but my heart cold Never put a price tag on my soul These other rappers might as well come wit a bar code I'm guessing records ain't the only thing y'all sold Said them records ain't the only thing y'all sold LeftOvers...