Game Over

(albüm: Harbor City Season One - 2022)

Attention all tourists, attention
This is not the part of town you want to be found in
If you like living, breathing, being alive
You should turn your ass around then
Go back to where the fuck you came from
The reason you'll be killed, it ain't one
Schemers, scammers, heathens, jammers, evil demons with hammers
This is their sanctum
Fully loaded noodle knockers

I've been all around the world and came back to the hood
All around the world and came back to the hood
I've been all around the world and came back to the hood
I've been all around the world and came back to the hood
I've been all around the world

Quit snitching on yourself
Fuck Clubhouse
Quit snitching on yourself (right)
Quit Instagramming, Twittering and Twitching on yourself
You in clout mode, switch it on the stealth
They gon' download them pictures when it helps convict you
Stick you in the prison 'till you wild old, shitting on yourself
Ay homie, take off the clown clothes, listen to your health
Go put some elderberry in the kitchen on that shelf
My nigga just look around though, where did half the town go?
Mass shooters blast, property value don't go down though
It's bodies on the ground, no type of shit the media covers
And politicians hate people of color, even though they got a brown nose
I see two women kissing holding hands
Preacher say they not allowed to enter the Holy Land
But when he's home he's just an old ass lonely man
Clicking on bad barbies Onlyfans
He's playing with his goddamn self, when he's on the john
Mother nature got snakes in the grass but the Delta and Omicron
Is helping her mow the lawn
And in the hood, fuck Amazon
Get a fake Gucci belt if you know Devon and 'em
(Hey what's happening Devon)
Here come the weed man, the fent' man, the coke man, the lean man
With guns you never seen man (right)
Got some shooters creeping on you at the dollar market
While your baby mama's cheating on you at the Olive Garden

All you can eat salad with new dude cause he's valid
To who's who's vouch for him and
All her little friends wanna fucking give him brain
Besides shoot some folks he ain't did nothing but Lorraine
Finna go shoot pool with him, chalk it up to the game
Where I'm from mayne, dumb flames go up more than a gun range
And young names get read more at funerals than graduations
Infatuation with money lead to incarceration
Babies in the Harbor facing life ain't even lived theirs
Dirty niggas, crisp airs, small-minded, big fears, afraid to face many
Livers bathing in Henny they lungs fading from reggie
Like MJ against the Pacers, be on your Travis best behavior
Stay on point guard
The weed man be with the fent' man
You ain't roll, it don't smoke it no telling what's in that joint guard
And no telling, just hit the joint guard and lawyer up
Don't be a mark all adventures are Tom Sawyered up
Niggas with slot time'll call your bluff, eat all your stuff
Your jack, mac your snacks and your face, shit'll look boarded up
Niggas be like, it ain't no problem, I'm just saying
Well if you're saying it ain't no problem, why the fuck you just brought it up?

I've been all around the world and came back to the hood
All around the world and came back to the hood
I've been all around the world and came back to the hood
I've been all around the world and came back to the hood
I've 'been all around the world