Kyle Betty - Game Over lyrics

[Verse 1] I said I'm back like the seat of the car that I'm sitting in Up in the morning pray to god I know I'm sinning it See me take the game it's hard to swallow like cinnamon And everybody like is he gone be hella good again? The answer is yup But that 1993 is just for me to catch my breath I done spit so many days running laps to get a check But I'm finna just do it like the logo on a Bryson Tiller cap Phone call from Sallie Mae, no I ain't got it yet But I know I'm hella blessed so I ain't got to stress Rome wasn't built in a day These women fall where they lay I know they love my bald head n***a, I ain't got to guess I pull up on my bike and tell the valet don't scratch it please I pay the grip for them 700 c's And next time you see me I'll be gripping double Ds No, not a chick I'm talking bout my degree [Interlude] No man like, for real like, n***a I need to pa** my cla**es and sh**. I need to get the f** out my auntie house, like, I'm over that sh** bro. I gotta get me a mothaf**in whip you know what I'm saying? How the f** you gon be datin and sh**, you grown up like, I'm gon meet you at the date on my bike, I gotta get it, cmon, let's go, let's go [Verse 2] I want it all, I told you, on that G Eazy sh** I'm enlightening all my people, see I keep it lit I'm from the land, where we dance, and we leave our whips I said the game need change and started making sense I put it all in my raps like a bag of [?] They making moves like I was an animated gif And you can get with them, but guarantee that they ain't this This sh** is fire n***a, go head and take a whiff Go head and write your list, put me atop that sh** In the meantime I'll be stacking a thousand checks and make em stretch like girl I ain't know you was so flexible All my women know I'm pointing