Tim Westwood Freestyle

[Verse 1: Game]

Game don’t freestyle

Game don’t write

Game don’t talk about niggas it’s on site

Game don’t ride in cars, he ride bikes

Game don’t buy dem J’s, he calls Mike

Game don’t fly commercial, he fly private

Game ain’t on Tim Westwood, he on my shit

Game came in the game with Ross & Jeezy

Game don’t stand in line, he call Yeezy

Yeezy don’t pick up, Game don't press redial

Game know Khloe & Kim, they on speed dial

Game don’t wear no tux at big dinners

Game hit the Micky D’s with Kris Jenner

Game ain’t makin’ amends with 50 Cent

Game still tryin’ to find out where 50 went

Game ain't the type of nigga to fuck with your favorite rapper on IG making them duck lips

Game ain't at home, boy, Game in the UK

Freestylin' off the top, he like a toupée

Game got all the answers, I'm like two Ye’s

I'm an MCM, I'm fucking on Tuesday

Game don't do the Women Crush Wednesday

If I said I was, I was lyin' like Penn State

I'm the type of Game you don't play, no Monopoly boards, no NBA

No Xbox, nigga no PS4, I bring the games to life, COD at your door

Suge on Arsenio talkin’ about Game & Kendrick

My contract fucked up? How am I in this Bentley?

How am I in this Lambo? How am I in this Rolls?

Blood Money poppin’ where the fuck is Death Row?

Don’t mention Kendrick, let’s talk about what you got

Cause the big homie is exactly what you not

Word to Big U, word to Big Wack

Game came out niggas' mouths, then you heard the BBRRRAAAA

My niggas pull out guns, bitches starts crawlin’

After the shots, like Julie back to ballin’

All y’all must have forgot what Game do

Game don’t fall off nigga, he ain’t you

Now hold up a second, don't brandish a weapon

I got one in London, put holes in your brethren

My niggas is trippin', we all in your section

Let one get away and them hollows'll catch him

Then I PJ to Spain just to get a neckless

Sippin’ on syrup, like I play for the Texans

They talk about drugs and they know I’m connected

You can’t do shit with the boy, he protected

By la familia, 1 shot we killin’ ya

Blood money in London, 'bout to stack a milli up

La familia, 1 shot we killin’ ya

Blood money in Great Britain, 'bout to stack a milli up

Growing my beard out, lets bring philly up, Meek my nigga

Don’t even bring Gillie up

Cause every time you do, we stack a milli up

Like the new ROC go dig a milli up, boy