LOUIE BAGS (The Game Reference)

[Intro: The Game & Kamala Harris]

(We did it)

Yeah

(We did it, Joe!)

Uh

[Verse 1: The Game]

Ye said we runnin' up in Louis, mane

Grill in the Gucci mask, they gon' think it's Gucci Mane

Don't let him in, he too insane

Diamonds all through his chain

And he gone die in it, along with everything He do in vain

I don't wanna be friends with niggas

I just wanna keep the door unlocked so they walk in while I'm fuckin' they bitches

She gon' be tellin' her friends "We did it, Joe!"

Imagine the pussy I get for gettin' them in the Yeezy show, oh

Oh, y'all forgot who I was, huh?

'Cause I'm in all black, forgot I was a Blood, huh, stupid

Can't you tell I'm on some new shit?

But still jack niggas like Harlow over this music

U-Haul flow, my niggas come through and move shit

And if we talkin' beef, I'm the manager at Ruth Chris

If I got somethin' on my chest, I'll say it

We not fuckin' with LV, like Pac just died in Vegas

[Verse 2: Jack Harlow]

I'm my lil' cousin's favorite cousin

I gave 'em all my number and my phone ain't stopped buzzin'

They listen to my songs and say their parents hate the cussin'

They ask if I was nervous on TV or if I wasn't

They asked me if it's true that I don't go to church

"My daddy said you don't," well then, I guess you know

I been thinkin' about goin', though, I might let you know

One day, I'll bring you to my concert if they let you go

Pumpin' gas alone at Texaco, hopin' I don't get approached

Don't know if it's clear until I check the coast

All these rappers dyin', I don't wan' be one that's next to go

Paranoia tickin' in my head just like a metronome

I can't walk around like Jack that wore the spectacles

I shook the hands, took the pictures, made myself accessible

Threw the parties, showed love, kept it all respectable

Tried to give you something you ain't had before, but

It's all over, they got the drop on my life, it's all over

All this pressure on me, they'd wish I'd fall over

Too bad I'm a winner like fall over

I dropped, uh, heat in February, cocky tweets in February

All-Star weekend with the courtside seats in February

I'm the champ, you come second like the E in February

All that humble shit was fake, now can we keep it legendary? Please, please

I'm on some Mount Rushmore shit, I don't care if you can see it

Look at what y'all did, y'all got this white boy actin' too conceited

I was always this conceited, I just kept this shit a secret

Imagine watching Jeen-Yuhs knowing you just as hungry as he was

He might be black and I might be white, but we both dreamed of fuckin' Latinas

Sellin' out arenas, ball players comin' to see us, mm

I appreciate the invite to the cook out

I know Post and MGK already shook out, mm

This ain't gon' be sixteen, I got extra, take the hook out

They got so many rules for me, I'm 'bout to throw the book out, uh, look out

Yeezy said I am, so I must be if he said it

I'm the world's ghost writer, they don't want me gettin' credit

Don't let y'all girls meet me 'cause they want me if I met 'em

I bet Lil Nas X will fuck me if I let him

[Verse 3: The Game]

Of course I came to make y'all mad

Head of the house, but I ain't y'all dad

And I can never be a puppet, cut the strings, that was never me

Matter of fact, I'm everything Donda always said I'd be

Virgil, I miss you, why they take you out the crew?

Always knew Illuminati would put a circle 'round you

I tried to stop it, he would always switch the topics

I grew around dope boys, that's not the way we rockin'

And white people jokes ain't funny as Dave Chapelle's are

And neither is the investment I'm boutta widen the tail for, 'cause I can

When I stand before God, it's gonna be as a man

My momma ain't work for a job just to see her son on his hands

On his knees, I don't apologize, I don't say "Please"

I pay for jet fuel, one second, yo, my assistant walked in

All my old Louis in these trash bags, can you take these?

[Outro: Kamala Harris]

(We did it, we did it Joe!)