Game 3 (feat. Mari Red)

Yeah Yeah Game 3, lock in bring it home
Im almost to the finish
Yeah Choppa his leg knock him down, wipe his knees out
Ar Bullets sitting big, ready to go through trees now
Neckshot came out his mouth, now he can't breathe out
Hit it doggy style I've been pulling' on her leave-out
Do it one time, do it good, then I skeet out
When I sign a deal, they gon' fake like we buddies
The trappers in the hood, build bonds with the custees
Gotta make it home, try to stop me, I crush him

My dawg right behind me, if I call, they'll flush him
I knew it wasn't real when she told me that she loved me
You played with my heart, now your friend tryna suck it
I started off slow, told my people, just trust me

Now I'm makin' moves, so we all sittin' lovely
G-Switch let off 24, like it's Kobe
That Rollie on the wrist, in the hood, that's a trophy
Them strikers at the G-Station comin' up on Stolies

You ever try to play him on the yard, they'll poke him
A do him like he baby boy, youngins, they'll choke him
I'm walkin' any beat, MLK from the east
I be clean like a trapper from the head to the feet

I know youngins in the rap, I know youngins in the streets
And they all tryna make a way, they all tryna eat
Yeah, my dog put me on, shout out to my cuz, Reek
Yeah, the killer hit his body, he gon' watch the blood leak

What he hit the body wit, yeah, that Glock 23
Hit his spine 5 times & he fell off his feet
Yeah, I walk in this bitch clutch on my 30
Cause I know it ain't no love, they wanna hurt me

I want him dead, I'ma leave it up to God to show him mercy
Some couple niggas should've been dead, but they ain't worth it
Me and my bitch be goin' through it, we ain't perfect
How the fuck you love me, you wanna hurt me

Why the fuck you leave me scarred like a surgery
Why the fuck you run off with my heart like a burglary
Turn me up one time, I ain't got shit to lose
I go to war with anybody, you niggas pick and choose

You niggas must be out they mind, they gotta be confused
I do it for Amari and Junior, I ain't got shit to prove
My right hand gone, so how you think I feel inside
I'm grateful for my kids, the reason niggas still alive

Both of my niggas died, so how I'm supposed to feel alive
I ain't switchin' sides, play with mine get in a suit and tie
It be crazy, you a victim of a homicide
One call, get the pistol, boy, it's time to ride

If you feelin' like your mans, then it's time to slide
Cause we all gettin' tired of seein' mamas cry
Stand up, ten toes, no suicide
This that grown man business, grab a suit and tie

Stand up, let's get it, boy, it's time to ride
They gon' hate me when I get inside the coupe and fly