Game Time, I'm finna arcade 'em Major motion pic', my nigga Scarfacing The whip look like Tony Starks made it Keep a couple bad bitches stark naked On all fours, marble hall floors Caught it off the glass, snatching all boards Hate a bum bitch with too much lip But if you getting money, then I'm all yours Who your family is, it don't amuse me All that scamming shit, it don't move me Keep playing, bitch, and you gon' lose me Wasn't with me when I felt the starvation Now the P like some shit out of Star Wars Break dance the bag like a B boy On some cardboard off of Sixth and Ardmore Sixty strips on me, all blankets Drug Zone, 6 and 8 running mates Top of the key, feel like Paul George Carl Banks, not a round table Move your feet, it's looking like a ball banquet Youngin hopping out, slamming car doors Shot a hole-in-one, ran off with a birdie All these niggas bogey on a par four All this snowballing, somebody call Franklin Your chain like it came from the middle of the mall Hanging up like the call waiting Up the drum, bet he duck and run Like a nigga seen the Goyard store (Grrt) All this shit be so uncalled for In front the music, niggas hardcore Behind the scenes, niggas not as street As they pretend to be, I know they all fake How many dimes is it to a sack? How many times can you slip through the cracks? How many Ls did you take for the win? How many times did you get this shit back? Time and a half, had to work in a hole Lining the Ac' up, McClellan and Mack Ninety-nine bottles of lean on the wall I turned the trap to a medicine cabinet The cross on my bezel is clashing The law full of metal then plastic Ducked off, I'm cut from that one cloth But you was never my fabric If he snitch, put an X on his jacket In my hood, it get super Jurassic As rumored, as legend would have it My shooters be stepping and crashing Gaga know that I'm a deal drugger Mama know that I'm a land ganger Cooking up with a pants hanger My bitch know that I'm a field runner Hundred shots in my steel drum Not too much of a handshaker Turned your bitch to a pill stuffer Took her just 'cause I can take her All I feed her is whale blubber Get more head than a hair braider Mob Detroit got the real brothers Got to meet with the fam later Fuck with us for a work ethic Toss so many chirps, I need a translator All these cakes and terps out in Turks and Caics Made a thirty play in some Chanel runners Couple hundred thousand grams later Still in the hood with the Creatures, goyles, and the yams servers Fans waving Little bro be quick to fan a nigga down and let the Kel' stutter Like San Andreas, real RSC and I'm a hell raiser Running routes, catching sales, paper On the Hell Block just for the hell of it Move the bag quicker than the landscaper New Dior denim, couldn't even fit 'em At the ankle, had to get my pants tapered Twenty-twos ran me twelve-hundred Ran the street so much as a kid Nigga barely even seen his real mother Back in youth detention, I was a fed baby Now I'm the brick man, I don't sell Bubba How many dimes is it to a sack? How many times can you slip through the cracks? How many Ls did you take for the win? How many times did you get this shit back? Time and a half had to work in a hole Lining the Ac' up, McClellan and Mack Ninety-nine bottles of lean on the wall I turned the trap to a medicine cabinet The cross on my bezel is clashing The law full of metal then plastic Ducked off, I'm cuffing that one cloth But you was never my fabric If he snitch, put an X on his jacket In my hood, it get super Jurassic As rumored, as legend would have it My shooters be stepping and crashing