paroles de chanson Think It's a Game (feat. Vory) - Meek Mill

It′s too much, too much, too much, yeah
Tell 'em, ayy
Girl, just leave me in silence
Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still ′bout it
Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it
Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it
I, this rap, ain′t no cap
I was rich before this rap, a caption
And you say want action, so he get clapped quick
Write name that Nina Brad Pitt
′Cause he an actress and I'm a savage
Hmm
I guess it′s a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?
Ayy
Think it′s a game, now do you?
Think it's a game, yeah (kick)
My homie turned his back on me, I don′t know how to feel about it
'Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill ′bout it
′Cause niggas be knowin' my business and don′t be real solid
I got real problems
Made my list for the hoes that flex, went back and still popped 'em
Coon been holdin′ this, that's him went in my wheel body
Ain′t seen my cousin like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him
He in those trenches and I can′t act like I don′t care 'bout it, this a war
I′m a plug and a extension cord
Headshots soon as I spin the block
You sent 'em for like you ain′t know we stand on opps, sent 'em to the Lord
Look ′em in they eyes 'fore they die, without no feelings for 'em
I done seen a couple M′s at 22, who the, is you?
You say you got shooters with you?
Well, I got shooters, too
All my missin′ screws
All they know is shoot
He a killer but is aim off
So we must recruit
That try me and mob, I'm tyin′ boots, yeah
They tellin' everything but the truth
Don′t need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby I′m a troop
They named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah
Talkin' close range
Say your out here wildin', we on the same thing
We on the same thing
His pain is my pain, we got the same pain
Glock .40 help me sleep better
Know where you live, know where I leave
So we could creep better
Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters
And have your soul forever rest in peace
Know we better than that
New Berrettas and MACs
New vendettas attached
And we can′t never get back
Now you can never relax
You gotta forever be strapped
In the valleys of the shadows of death
Will the reaper be regained?
Never pressed to play them
Clubs on the weekend ′cause that's gon′ lead us to only
Thuggin' and beefin′ with some lil' niggas that′s beneath us
Prolly ain't even eatin', that′s lose-lose
We kill ten of y′all, we ain't even even
Just leave me in silence (you jealousy)
Just got a call from all my, said they still ′bout it
Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it
Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don′t care about it
I, this rap shit, ain't no cap
I was rich before this rap, a caption
And you say want action, so he get clapped quick
Write name that Nina Brad Pitt
′Cause he an actress and I'm a savage
Hmm
I guess it's a game until they holdin′ onto your brains and shit, do you?
Ayy
Think it′s a game, now do you?
Think it's a game, yeah (kick)