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The Game

The Light

 

The Light

(альбом: Born 2 Rap - 2019)


I see you in a lonely place
How can you be so blind?
You're still regretting the love you left-left behind
Oh, darling
I seen you go through the changes
Sitting alone each night
Are you expecting to find the love (Love-love-love-love)

Used to sell it all night
Virgil owe me a percentage of that off-white
Take a nigga bitch out of spite
I'm every bitch type
I'm on the block, Rolls truck sitting nice
Niggas still can't see me, I'm hiding in plain sight
Last 15 years of my life, I cut any hip-hop nigga fucking throat with this mic
I hit the dealership and get them niggas right
Before you cop it, you gotta ask, "What's the price?"
You in the club making toast to your life
I'm in this Ghost getting throat at this light
We ain't the same, nigga, your ticket's by the lights
I'm wiping sweat off my Fendi at this Pacquiao fight
Niggas that I thought was wasn't that nice

If it's only hip-hop tell Em, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Cole, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Dot, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Drizzy, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Travis Scott, step to the light (Light, light)

300 Bars was just an intro
That was me in DJ Skee basement relaxed of Endo
You ain't even seen me off the 'Tron yet
You ain't heard me on a county jail phone yet
I ain't even set the tone yet
Picture Wu-Tang mobbing deep on a Nore-N-Capone set
My diamonds offset
Yeah, my Audemar wet
It look like me, Nicki, and Cardi B having phone sex
Who gon' flex?
Who want next?
How many niggas I done bodied and me and Hov ain't done a song yet
And all you niggas capping, acting like you own jets
Land it at Teterboro and bring that ass to Funk Flex
Bring them Dracos, you been shooting at niggas on texts
All these threats, ain't even comfortable inside your own flesh
Jimmy Iovine should have kept his advice
Instead of telling niggas they could ever step in this light

Tell Future, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Chance, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Sean, "Step to this light" (Light, light)
If it's only hip-hop, tell nigga, "Step in my light" (Light, light)

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