The Games We Play

[Intro]

Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in 'em

In elevator condos, on everything I love

[Verse 1]

This ain't a wave or phase, 'cause all that shit fades

This lifestyle's forever when you made

They tweet about the length I made 'em wait

What the fuck you expect

When a nigga got a cape and he's great?

Oven's full of cakes that he bakes, still spreadin' paste

The love just accentuates the hate

This is for my bodybuildin' clients movin' weight

Just add water, stir it like a shake

Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith

Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race

[Refrain]

These are the games we play, we are the names they say

This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he make

[Verse 2]

To all of my young niggas, I am your Ghost and your Rae

This is my Purple Tape, save up for rainy days

And baby mama wishes, along with the side bitches

They try to coexist, end up wishin' you'd die, bitches

Stood on every couch, in the A at the black party

No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody

You laugh a little louder, the DJ say your name a little prouder

And we don't need a globe to show you the world is ours

We can bet a hundred thousand with my safe hold

My numbers lookin' like a bank code

[Refrain]

These are the games we play, we are the names they say

This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he make

[Verse 3]

Ain't no stoppin' this champagne from poppin'

The draws from droppin', the laws from watchin'

With Ye back choppin', the cars and the women come with options

Caviar facials remove the toxins

This ain't for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters

Who grew up on legends from outta Yonkers

Influenced by niggas straight outta Compton, the scale never lies

I'm two-point-two incentivised

If you ain't energized like the bunny for drug money

Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy

This ain't really for you, this is for the Goya Montoya

Who said I couldn't stop, then afforded me all the lawyers

The only kingpin who ain't sinkin'

Chess moves are made, my third eye ain't blinkin

Stay woke, nigga, or get out

Still pull them whips out, still spread the chips out

Might buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib out

The message in this music, all my niggas had to live out

[Refrain]

These are the games we play, we are the names they say

This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he make, yah!