Kevin Gates - Game Tight lyrics

[Chorus] Game tight - simplest form - street n***a Complexity- different with arms - squeeze triggers Steady looking at God Trapped in these ways Rap to get paid Or d**h and get sprayed Game tight - simplest form - street n***a Complexity- different with arms - squeeze triggers Steady looking at God Trapped in these ways Rap to get paid Or d**h and get sprayed [FIRST VERSE] f** no - I ain't no new jack Since 88 I knew crack Temper through the roof A n***a blew on me I blew back Hoes used to call me blue black Money helped me through that Started ? and outgrew that My mind was like fight It's the battle of your life It's cold up in this real world n***as want stripes Never bark but don't bite Never scratch and don't hit n***a try to play ya sideways Run off in his sh** Never fall for a b**h Less the b**h make ends Look know you from the streets So you ain't goin have no friends Keep it loaded keep it co*ked n***a keep it off safety I'll be a motherf**er if I let a n***a waste me Place me six feet under no remorse To make my mama cry And get all shaky in her voice To see my kids struggle Like I did in the south Imma lay em on a stretcher ‘for I let em take me out [SECOND VERSE] First apologies to my b**h And all the nights I spent away Afraid of having s** For fear I might just give her aids My pockets and my contraband A focus of my happiness Reaching for a mill Getting closer just to grabbing it I prolly heard words of wisdom Didn't receive it Vision - I'm the reason Couldn't come to believe it My mother - steady grieving Imma under achiever And I'm the one they call When them guns get to squeezing My brother - ain't sleeping My cousin - ain't either What is love re-define I don't understand the meaning Feelings never care My father was never there React - regret later Gates never scared My life been a b**h Hold a n***a - willing I f** her She go to squealin' To let me know she feel it She grab the pillow and grip it I rub her clit and titties Screaming Gates God damn Show your a** This is a set up [Chorus] [THIRD VERSE] My nerve got a way with words Itching to speak Pen line from the grind On the tip of my teeth My money from a different standpoint It's on the up and up f** him he's selling cut Imma customer Imma touch him up My b**h getting cussed out n***as getting punched out Missed call “Rastaman - boo wot ya fuss about” Read it on the other end Hammer dead flushed out Bye to the bus only let you know What trust about Fully loaded detachable stock on the machine Right underneath my armpit I hold up the team My Glock on everything A pop better believe it You don't go in the box ? Doc see medical region Shot better than breathing I'm guessing this evening Betting on Marquita To drop letters to Reezy Shot better than breathing I'm guessing this evening Betting on Marquita To drop letters to Reezy [Chorus]