Cause this is the rap game.
Straight shots don’t toast champagne
I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks
This is my game and im stackin up poker chips,
Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive
Im not killing you with razor blades or steak knives
She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing
I had this crazy vision of killing
You may not know me, but im killing beats
Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats
My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings
This game needed improvements, and now im the newest influence
Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards
Killing the mic while im abusing words,
Cow print t-shirt like mothafucking dog
Cause im good at killing with a tomahawk
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