Rick Rock - Gamed Up lyrics

[Chorus: Rayven Justice] I ain't new to this sh**, baby No, no, I'm too grown Tryin' to run game on me I been in this too long [Hook: Rayven Justice] I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up [Verse 1: E-40] b**h, how the f** you think you supposed to run game on me? I could have been a pimp at the age of three And when it comes to funk, I know a few hitters in that arena And I ain't talkin' John Cena, I'm with hyenas Born hustler, not a s**er, but a king Don't nothin' come to a sleeper but a motherf**in' dream All my years I had peers that I looked up to That been on and off the streets, back and forth to the stew Sometimes I drink too much, I got three bladders I'm paranoid, I pack three hammers I smoke a lot, I got three lungs I'm looney as f** like Yuk and Num How you expect me to help you if you won't help me help you? I ain't in the way, you in the way of you I keep my ear to the turf like a soccer shoe I know these streets like the Gracies know Jiu-Jitsu [Chorus: Rayven Justice] [Hook: Rayven Justice] [Verse 2: E-40] Hate come with the plate When you eatin' everybody want a taste Turnin' my money over and flippin' it like a acrobat I got more TracFones than Saul from Breaking Bad Where I'm from, they'll shank you in a bathroom stall Where I'm from, they'll deflate yo' head like a Tom Brady ball Hella long ago before my Mangoscato I used to spin the gumbo pot like [?] Havin' money ain't new to me, I'm a staple Seasoned like a mu'f**a: basil I respect my OGs, look up to them like a father They stay movin' mean, up in the pen they shot callers I went from not even being mentioned to the center of attention Right now I scoot a European, but I used to scoot a lemon It's me man: benefactor What's that on ya wrist? Yacht-Master [Chorus: Rayven Justice] [Hook: Rayven Justice] [Verse 3: E-40] Something similar to a curtain call, my beats be clappin' Bankroll swoll' like an allergic reaction s**erism's contagious like a yawn If you play with the bull, ya gonna get the horns Some people got time for everybody else Except for the people that's gon' be there when it's nobody else I could show you the newest way to play the oldest game in the world I ain't gotta have money to pull yo' girl When the next man is winning, don't be concerned You can hate or you can learn I'm the get-money whisperer, teach Hustlers how to get money; preach I'm from the Wild, Wild, Wild, Wild West Where they aim for the dome and the chest Be cool if you a tourist or a guest Tuck yo' chain in yo' shirt, it's a mess [Chorus: Rayven Justice] [Hook: Rayven Justice]