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Game Tapes 2

 

Game Tapes 2

(album: Still Stoned On Ocean - 2021)


Keep the E in it, Chevies on switches
Smoking weed in it, girl don't post me in your
Fuck your opinions up

Them buildings reaching high into the night sky
Reality for me now was just a dream at one time
Imagine myself up here full of weed and looking down
Had the goings on another town, sipping my brown
I might get dressed and mess around, come play the crib
Play these beats, write a play out, that's what the fuck I did
Can't keep giving you niggas everything, I got a kid
Everything that I got is really his, y'all look here
It's way deeper than what you wear, closet full of designer
Still living with your mama, I swear you niggas weird
Need to just start wearing clown wigs, make it known
Stop trying to blend in, be who the fuck you is

Chevies on switches baby
We smoking weed in it, don't post me in your pictures
If you can keep a secret we can always kick it
I told her rule number one don't talk about me round your nigga, yeah
That shit dead had him suspicious
We be hitting switches on Chevs, highway dealing
Loose lips sink ships, my ship ain't sink

(Again ladies and gentlemen it's time to recline your seats)

My objective was to win since the begin
Back when cash money got that whip shit from 310
It was inspiring to see them, I always knew
One day I would thumb through my own millions
Knew that I was grinding for a reason
Local radio was sleeping on them but I didn't need them
They woke up to the sound of my Pirelli tires screeching, to the airport speeding
Rich off the game I learned from my poor righteous teachings

done

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