[Intro: Jae Skeese]
(Ayo, ILL Tone)
Look, look
[Verse 1: Jae Skeese]
A proven winner, a zero sittin' in my losses column (Uh-huh)
This shit is priceless, rapper's broke, they hatin', they can't afford to knock it, man (They can't afford it)
I got a closet full of them Swoosh signs in Jordan boxes (You know me)
A n**** fly as storks and robins and unidentified foreign objects (Talk that talk)
Revenue's re-invested so you can hoard the profits, it's all a process (It's all a process)
I came up, it sort of shocked 'em like stickin' metal forks in sockets
For Team Drum, bitch, I'm the number one scorin' option (Team Drum)
I put that work in at the crib before I toured the continent
My n***** was ridin' coattails, I was tryna stay afloat
Lookin' for wins to make the boat sail (Facts)
Now they pay me at a pro-scale (I need it)
Rookie season, I was Odell (Uh-huh)
Seekin' Mike Evan's consistency (Woo)
Riskin' bread, riskin' green, I really learned what riskin' means (I really learned it)
It's time's n***** might go blind when you tryna get your vision seen (Uh-huh)
Heat of the moment, plus emotions, you sayin' shit you didn't mean (C'mon)
If I rap it, I really mean it like I'm Cam in '03 (Facts)
A heat wave, I dropped my tape and had 'em fannin' all week
If you my dog then just stay down and don't go absent on me (Don't)
It's impossible to have a strong mind when n***** heart's weak (Facts)
And vice versa, if you take it too far then n***** might murk you (Boom)
You do it big as Titanic's, they wanna try and iceberg you (Man)
I'm cookin' up, I gotta serve you like French fries and burgers (Uh-huh)
Pourin' gasoline up on my flames to take my fire further
I could serve a life sentence for verses, they prior murders (Huh?)
Told 'em my lane is my lane, it's quiet for tryna merge up
And it's like that (It's quiet)
Talk that talk (Look)
[Chorus: Jae Skeese & Conway the Machine]
N***** got the game wrong, n***** got the game wrong (Woo)
N***** got the game wrong (Look, look)
N***** got the game wrong, n***** got the game wrong (N***** got the game fucked up)
They got it fucked up
N***** got the game wrong, n***** got the game wrong (You out your motherfuckin' mind, n*****? Haha)
Got the game wrong, game wrong, n**** (Yeah, ayo, Skeese, feel me)
Talk to these n*****, king (Uh)
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Ayo, n***** got the game wrong (Uh-huh)
Remember you was shootin' vid's with other n***** chains on? (Remember?)
They throw subliminals, they ain't gon' speak my name wrong
Goose told me, "Torch them n*****"
Connie Blaze, flame on (Flame on)
Uh, your whole existence n***** been robbin' on you (Ha)
Your brothers and your cousins had to squabble for you (I mean)
Gettin' respect in the trenches was a big problem for you ('Kay)
N***** always had to burp and heat up your bottle for you (Hahaha)
This the Conway era, five karat solitaires and Conway Airs
.50 cal' will drop a bear (Gah-gah-gah-gah-gah)
N***** know not to make me mad
Trust me, shit'll not be fair
I'll hug your mama droppin' tears like Raheem [?] passed when Pac was dead (Woo)
You seen Juice, right? (Don't you get tired of this shit?)
Your crash outs, know how to shoot, right? (Is this what the fuck you want from me?)
'Cause when we spaz out people gon' lose life (Pah-pah-pah-pah-pah)
I'm surprised n***** ain't strip you for your new ice
And charge you a price to get it back
King, I observe from the top
N***** nervous when I drop like the world finna stop
I know some n***** had your girl at a spot
I heard what you got, you too frail
Homie, I could curl what you squat, n**** (Machine)
[Verse 3: Stove God Cooks]
South of France, pretty bitch in my bed (Uh)
We really run down on you, you'd be pissin' down your leg (Hahaha)
Nigo and Chanel, October Red (Talk)
She like, "You should've been a model"
Nah, bitch, I should've been in the Feds (For real)
I itch when I get [?] 'cause I got allergies (I like it)
My n***** really paint your shit up, fuck some gallery (Brrt, bah, bah, bah)
I graduated Thousand-Gram Academy (Woo)
Man, you pussy n***** flatter me (Woo)
How you gatekeepin'? (Haha)
You outside the gate with me (Talk)
But, I'm out here with eighty ki's (For real)
N***** life is make believe
Shit ain't what they make it seem (Hahaha)
Shh, don't make a scene (Don't do it)
Just cut the duct tape, rip the plastic, break the—
Judge sent him up the stream so long, that boy gon' come home Kai Cenat (Hahaha)
Tell 'em, "I'm just rappin', I ain't buyin' blocks" (Woo)
Hang my jersey up inside the spot (Hang me up)
Married to Celine (Woo), she was spinnin' when we tied the knot (Woo)
Hop out it, silk Celine, you see it pokin', I can't hide the chop' (Brrt, bah, bah, bah)
Find your Fendi purse lil' bitch, you tryna die or not? (What you tryna do?)
I'm comfy out in Vegas, end of the aisle there ain't no [?] in the spot (Woo)
Shit, I still think I'm hot (Woo), like it's a brick in the ride (Woo)
My album cover might be a collage or a contract these sucker n***** tried to get me to sign (Hahaha)
[Chorus: Jae Skeese]
Look
N***** got the game wrong, n***** got the game wrong (Woo)
N***** got the game wrong (Look, look)
N***** got the game wrong, n***** got the game wrong (N***** got the game fucked up)
N***** got the game wrong, n***** got the game wrong (They got the game wrong)
They got the game wrong, n****
N***** got the game wrong
N***** got the—
