Game

Calm before the storm
I see it on my Doppler
I’m feeling pretty Sikk
I think I need a doctor
They call this is a game
But losing ain’t a option
You should treat your tongue likes tv screen and watch it
I’m not accustomed to fuck shit
I produced the beat
That’s why that trunk steady bumping
I don’t know nobody else that running with function
Ain’t fumbling the ball
Took a leap and I dunked it
You can’t blame me for your losses
It’s not my fault
Pull myself up by my bootstraps
That’s on God
Indy Heat Records man
That’s what I’m repping man
Quitting’s what I Reprimand
They can’t even step advanced
Playing for keeps
I go get mine imma beast
Im unique
What you see is what you keep
Capiche?
Imma Treat you like Pluto no you ain’t involved
Your pockets too small
And you ain’t working hard
Hennessy pouring
Bad bitch scoring
Money on the mind till Im driving in a foreign
Digits in the dash bitch welcome to the future
Deep off in the cut
You gon need a suture
Muze to the Sikk
Going mucha Lucha on you putas
Holler back brainless and end up with your crew cut