Snowgoons, Savage Brothers & Lord Lhus - Game Time | Текст песни

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• Snowgoons, Savage Brothers & Lord Lhus
• Game Time

1 verse I settle the score
You mad cause you wack and my rap is better than yours
I’m seeing light from a different angle
See a bitch gonna be a bitch, you can’t turn a pigeon to an angel
My dogs with the leash snap
You put in work, brand new shirts and jeans from the G-packs
And all of us is trying to eat
If it ain’t about cheddar or something better leave a message behind the beep
None of y’all clowns can test
I’ll bet you think a few hot singles means album success
I got a million ways to kill a verse
And the drama gets deep, f**k beef, I got a billion ways to fill a hearse
Who the f**k you know better than Qualm?
Say you want beef but in the streets you wouldn’t get on the song
My advice to you is get in the crowd
So when I spit a sixteen, you duck in the middle and crouch

[Chorus]

Yo it’s game time, no competition when we kick it
But they hate my composition full of lyrics
Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
So I aim high until ain’t nothing fucking living

Yo it’s game time, no competition when we kick it
But they hate my composition full of lyrics
Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
So I aim high until ain’t nothing fucking living

[Verse 2]

We back at it with the Fist part 2, The Hit Squad Crew
Yo, hold up, wait, you marketed who?
All I hear is garbage, record labels sodomizing artists
And you starving m**********r know your place in the market
Monopolize the target, hip hop repping the Snowgoons
The underground’s huge yo, don’t tell me there ain’t no room
For me to make loot, make room or move back
Before we come out the back we’re with bats ready to bruise cats
Swing batter, and homie we taking out heads
You heard what I said, you best believe you breaking bread
Give me that, don’t be hard, don’t force hands
This is for my fan repping in Greece and Deutschland
Swiss too, got goons around the world ready to bust in
Your bitch crew homie they even rep me out in Russia
What you wanna brew? I don’t care if I offend you
I say what I want, if you don’t like it do what you do pussy

[Chorus]

Yo it’s game time, no competition when we kick it
But they hate my composition full of lyrics
Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
So I aim high until ain’t nothing fucking living

Yo it’s game time, no competition when we kick it
But they hate my composition full of lyrics
Cause they ain’t fly, they just some m***********g pigeons
So I aim high until ain’t nothing fucking living

[Verse 3]

There’s a war going on outside you can’t run from it
You’d better confront it before them things are coming
Hit you in your head and stomach, leave you bleeding f**k it
We dumb out in the streets, cousin all of a sudden
I got a ? bastard, go to hell in a handbasket while I focus the madness
Born disaster with my hand on the ratchet
Close your casket, leave your skull bruised and bashed in
Forty ouncer we guzzling just to drown the pain
With nothing to lose man, you could lose your brain
Who’s to say we’re sane or what’s insane
Against the grain, blood pour out my veins
No competition for lames we throw bread
And we ain’t the same, hockey mask and a gauge
Friday the 13th all over the place
Let the blood spill like Bloodline you call my name fuckers