J. Cole - Good Game lyrics

[Verse 1] Yeah, hey! Hey, I'm just a Carolina n***a goin' hard for the 'Ville I ain't seen six figures but I feel like a mill' Cause I'm fresh up off the deal, will I chill? Never that! I'm the hottest n***a out and you could tell the devil that Got that crack! Went from pebble to that Roc, pedal that So much ba**, I mean n***as can't tell where the treble at On the track, n***as can't keep up, they look, they trailin' back Now these bustas couldn't catch up even if Id pedal back Won't lose, bet on that! or be in debt forever Plus whatever Jigga say, I'm hot That's like the pot called kettle black Now these industry n***as like damn, "Jay said all that? " Same n***as could've signed me, now they gon regret all that Bet on that! b**h, this my beat, look how I get on that sh** I'm on it like I own it cus I sewn it Needle and thread, hip-hop heads know them drums express youself Aye look, I tried to school these n***as, they need extra help I mean they just don't get the message dawg, no text could help And now I'm on some 'f** you n***as', go molest yourself I'm tryna ball til I fall, catch myself, then ball again Fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again Pardon him, sick n***a, never been a b**h n***a Spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich n***a Had the dream to make a team and get up off the bench n***a You f**in' with me, ya odds is slimma then a stick figure Get bigga n***a [Hook] Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price Hey, so come and get this good game Aye you should come and get this good game Hey, hey I pray for days and nights I gave my life Hey, so you can come and get this good game Think you should come and get this good game Hey heeyy [Verse 2] Yeah I'm just a down south n***a, lil' east coast flow From the concrete jungle where the trees don't grow From the 'Ville, where the motherf**in' streets so cold n***a I could show you streets where police won't go We just tryna get a piece, my n***a we so po' Why you lookin' at him, wonderin' why he sold dope Or why she smoke crack? Or why he tote gats? Gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat A n***a heat gon' clap, your heartbeat go flat The Lord giveth and he taketh, well he repo'ed that They don't quiver, they don't shake, man they just reload gats So much beef for a n***a to have a feast on that Now a n***a like myself ain't had to keep no gat But nowadays mo'f**ers is weak, won't scrap So them OG's tell a n***a, "Please, roll strapped" It's f**ed up a n***a man it be's like that It be's like that (Hey) and it be's like that (Hey) Them boys from the 'Ville and yeah it be's like that [Hook]