Songtexte Out the Game - Mac Rell

Maybe my mind's playin' tricks on me
And I don't seem to see it clear
Got demons on my back
And I can see 'em near
One chewin' on my neck
The other pullin' on my hair
With a smirk so evil
That's so lethal
He flies high in the sky
Like a seagull
How did I get this evil?
Reflectin' ain't no reflection
'Cause life is just a deception
The signal green
But bloodshot red at the intersection
24-Hour lockdown
They called the whole federal protection
How come you come to war land
Young man without a weapon?
Little homie, man up
You're half steppin'
I see that look in your soul
You'll hesitate to use your weapon
Then your future will remain in question
You ain't blessed
And death don't discriminate
And since you insistin'
For your soul to have internal flames
Like an incent
Then the most high knows your intents
Before your soul descends
Just remember that this road is the end
No one in this box
Just one man
No friends, no blunts, no hens
No music, no bumps
Only a bunch of maggots and worms and such
Then the dirt
Plus your mama's feelings hurt
As you disintegrate into a different place
Remember the day
Grandma taught us both grace

'Cause I put him on the court
And now I gotta take him out the game
He got my name all in his mouth like tooth decay
So I take out his tongue with the pliers
It's the West Coast Mafia, work for hire
And I'ma keep ridin' 'til the day I retire
Blazin' fire with the fireball
When I'm a tycoon 'til it's time to ball
And I'ma cut him off and slide up on him
Cut the lights off
Spray him down like Lysol
Squeeze on him like a python
Street fight like M. Bison

Picture a ace in the form of a skull
I'm turnt up in Boost Mo'
Plus you got out of pocket to get my Boost Mo'
So you know I got that game
And it's only for the strong
And remember, only the strong manages to live long
What don't kill you only makes you strong
Cell block fights may break your bones
But only your heart determines your rank in thrones
Don't run out of game, wait 'til the game is old
I plan to bubble up like Abel while choppin' Cain on the stove
Mama, why we not like Job?
She said, "'Cause we got our own role"
Just keep the prophecy locked in your soul
It's the only way to remain in control
Elaijah, you were named after a prophet
You got royal blood pumpin' through your veins to your noggin
So in this world, baby girl, you gotta use caution
This devil don't care who's in the coffin or who's watchin'
God, I'm through with flossin'
I did that instead of prayin' to the king
I gotta get my head back
'Fore I end up like Pac tryna bring the West back
With bullet holes all in my chest and back
Layin' in a casket dressed in black
Father, this life got me trapped
Sometimes I want you to open my flesh
And turn my soul back from black
But the devil said it ain't no need for all that
All I heard was blap, blap
With money on my mind, got me fiendin' for scratch
But all this agua got demons on my back
And I promise to never run from God
But all this hustlin' got me runnin' with the mob

'Cause I put him on the court
And now I gotta take him out the game
He got my name all in his mouth like tooth decay
So I take out his tongue with the pliers
It's the West Coast Mafia, work for hire
And I'ma keep ridin' 'til the day I retire
Blazin' fire with the fireball
When I'm a tycoon 'til it's time to ball
And I'ma cut him off and slide up on him
Cut the lights off
Spray him down like Lysol
Squeeze on him like a python
Street fight like M. Bison

If C-Bo don't come back to the West Coast
I ain't gon' stop takin' y'all out the game

'Cause I put him on the court
And now I gotta take him out the game
He got my name all in his mouth like tooth decay
So I take out his tongue with the pliers
It's the West Coast Mafia, work for hire
And I'ma keep ridin' 'til the day I retire
Blazin' fire with the fireball
When I'm a tycoon 'til it's time to ball
And I'ma cut him off and slide up on him
Cut the lights off
Spray him down like Lysol
Squeeze on him like a python
Street fight like M. Bison