Think It's a Game

[Intro: Vory] It's too much, too much, too much, yeah Tell ’em, ayy [Chorus: Vory] Girl, just leave me in silence Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don’t care about it Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage Pussy, hmm [Post-Chorus: Vory] Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you? Ayy Think it's a game, nothin' do you? Think it’s a game, yeah [Verse 1: Meek Mill] My homie turned his back on me, I don’t know how to feel 'bout it ’Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill 'bout it 'Cause niggas be knowin’ my business and don't be real solid I got rеal problems Made my list for the hoеs that flex, went back and still popped 'em Coon been holding this shit down ten, went in my will 'bout it Ain't seen my cuz like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him He in those trenches and I can't act like I don't care 'bout it This shit a war Nigga, I'm the plug, ain't no extension cord Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for? Like you ain't know we stand on opps? Send 'em to the Lord Look 'em in they eyes 'fore they die without no feelings for 'em [Verse 2: Vory] Yeah I done seen a couple M's at 22, nigga, who the fuck is you? You say you got shooters with you? Well, I got shooters too All my niggas missin' screws All they know is shoot He a killer but his aim off So we must recruit That niggas tryin' me and mob, bitch, I'm tyin' boots, yeah They tellin' everything but the truth Don't need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby, I'm a troop Done named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah I'm talkin' close range Say your niggas out here wildin', we on the same thing, yeah We on the same thing His pain is my pain, we got the same pain [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Glock .40 help me sleep better Know where you live, know where I live So we could creep better Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters And have your soul forever rest in peace Knowin' we better than that New Berettas and MACs New vendettas attached And we can't never get back Now you can never relax You gotta forever be strapped, pussy In the valleys of the shadows of death Where the reaper be wreakin' We never pressed to play them Clubs on the weekend 'cause that's gon' lead us only Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil' niggas that's beneath us Probably ain't even eatin', that's lose-lose We kill ten of y'all, we ain't even either You niggas jealous of me [Chorus: Vory] You just left me in silence Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick Fuck around and name that nigga Brad Pitt 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage Pussy, hmm [Post-Chorus: Vory] Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you? Ayy Think it's a game, nothin' do you? Think it's a game, yeah