The Game - The Impeccable Ego lyrics

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The Game - The Impeccable Ego lyrics

[Radio Interview Snippet Intro]: "I don't give a f** about that n***a I'm not in this for the money I'm certainly not here for the females I had both before I got here I have options, I made a way Ivy League or not, remember when I said that This is much bigger than you and I, do you understand that A lot of people think I'm out here bored and bullsh**ting n***a I'm verified, I did that 5 LPs without a label, n***a I did that A website, all that, I did that All you hating a** n***as, you thought this was a game Now what..." [Verse 1]: [Junebug Hendrix]: Please Do not take this lightly I'm doin this for more then these tickets right next to Spike Lee I showed up, cuz I got what real n***as f** with Pains of a misguided god, mixed with f**ing substance I know just how they feel, cuz I've been out in the field So to them I am a peer, I've always kept it real Gave b**hes a couple feels, as I avoid the reel But it's impossible for me, because this real is all I feel Not claiming that I'm better, just out to show I'm different Yes I'm from N.Y., but the furthest thing from ignorant Took my time with these tracks, I swear I'm so diligent Females aren't worth the time, ah sh** here he goes again This Bombay got me feeling good This girl got me feeling right This Henny got me feeling hood I only love her if her back is tight Gin and Tonic, has me so honest Arthur George, Tom Ford, yes they are all up in my closet Like damn, who is he, this n***a's on his grizzy Next year I'll be at the Grammy's, two seats in front of Drizzy Kendrick I f**ing see you, bro I'm coming for your neck So many re-born artist want to tell the world who is next n***a shut the f** up, sit down and do some research I'm tired flow-jackers, and everybody screaming it was me first n***a if you was real you would've been on the scene Light skin n***a done stole all your dreams Your b**h, your crib, sh** even your ex I don't know why you popping bottles, n***a I seen your checks Had interns at your label, all up in your sh** Got intel, damn I used to think you were a threat 9 to 24, nothing will be the same Don't believe me, ask Champagne or The Game [Verse 2]: [The Game]: Black Democrat, Barack Obama The only n***a that can catch Osama Spray lamas, get good head, and f** fly b**hes with no governing Only the kitchen oven and rules to the covenant Ask the Republicans how crack c**aine get smuggled in Watch them throw their hands up and say it wasn't them As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack It's all I know The guns, the cash, the dro Fidel Castro in my own right Capone like Mafioso, Ben Frankie on them low pros Drop top Bentley, chromed out semis Two grand, in popular demand like the first Penny's My Audemar Piguet wrist, say it's time to dethrone Jay quick Tell them other n***as to take six Coupe a buck fifty What's coming out the speakers got Every video b**h scared to f** with me [Verse 3]: [Junebug Hendrix]: Yeah They getting scared, I can see it in their eyes She says I want you for you, while I'm deep between her thighs I know that these are lies, that she tells to other guys So I don't even waste my time, not giving her f**s Cuz a real OG would only give her these nuts Back shots for days, now she's lost in a daze Trying to figure out which is up, what the f** Now she's cold and alone, in this big a** world So she instagrams pic all over celebrity homes So it's on to the next one, on to the next one Don't be mad at me when I finally forget one I won't be mad at you when you finally regret one Don't be mad at me when I f**ing the next one I won't be mad at you while you texting and stressing Subtweet your a** like, "Man, she's the best one… I just can't wait until I meet the f**ing next one..." [Verse 4]: [The Game]: Give them hard dick and tampons A shot of Patron and Don The ones trains get ran on My crew hard Louie V. sweaters on the boulevard Pull n***as cars, throw up signs, and bang Nas Them hood fellas, f** n***as, let them get jealous While we f** their hoes and stare out them window of propellers Got to be the new school king, if not who is I get the most p**y and cash, and move you nigs You bump n***as can't take my seat I'm real, talk to Kool G Rap three times a week Still holla at Nas on the daily Only thing missing is the crown and a phone call from Jay-Z [Outro]: [Junebug Hendrix]: Speaking of God Lord, I have never been so focused No more pitty-pat games with these hoes that hocus-pocus Went from fire proof doors, to wearing the same suit that HOV is Damn, n***as really thought that I was joking [Radio Interview Snippet Outro] "It might not be my first album It might not be my second album But I'm going to be a platinum selling artist Not a rapper, an artist From the imagery, to the genius of me I swear God, we gon' k** sh**, and that's on everything Are we done?" [END]