This is a song about "Don t play no games"

I'm running out of time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

I remember the days we'd play games until our eyes bled blood.

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Illuminati's games you don't wanna play, disturbance emerging sacrificing virgins

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

No more games, for now they better pray

You make a nigga's night turn day