Текст песни Game Time - Boss Wood

I'm still that nigga that want his change off a dollar don;t see no problem with that
I came up off food stamps and borrowing know how poverty felt
These bitches ain't built for tomorrow they want what's already there
I treat that stick like my father I make it pop anywhere go tell him its game time
Limo tented in it insane minds
Think the band see this drum its bout the same size
Weapon on NBA Jams my clip got hang time
Suit up its game time

I'm fina stand up in they chest like I'm trying to do CPR wit my feet
A Smith and Wesson this where drama and trigonometry meet
See I'm addressing any problem a nigga draw out as beef
Art or war ain't jus a novel its wen they chalk out deceased
I'm coming mack trucks and freight liners
Breaking dick off in bad sluts like Denis Rodman
Poverty was like bad luck couldn't get around it
Now I'm hopping out bushes wit nina lets do the salsa
See when it com to profit I'm clocking more than state troopers do
Be careful what you do when they spot you they eyes move with you
See money fill up (Phillip) heads not having none can screw wit you
Call these bitches rachet its something or someone to fuse em to
Don't never trust a bitch dat do everything in a bonnet
Don't never trust a nigga that take from his own moma
I may not b rich but wen it happen I'm staying humble
Give me 10 on 4 a black and mild and my change off that 100 nigga

I'm still that nigga that want his change off a dollar don't see no problem with that
I came up off food stamps and borrowing know how poverty felt
These bitches ain't built for tomorrow they want what's already there
I treat that stick like my father I make it pop anywhere go tell him its game time
Limo tented in it insane minds
Think the band see this drum its bout the same size
Weapon on NBA Jams my clip got hang time
Suit up its game time

I got more cutters than barbers I know more shooters than doctors
I done been in more shit than when you go walk yo chihuahua
I done sat in the gutter and I done ate wit the mobsters
You cant teach everybody I know more drop outs than scholars
I'm wit that shit nigga you don't want to take a risk wit us
All I gotta do is call hut everything moving over here blitz nigga
Find the quarterback and try to hit stick em
Wait a minute I meant let the stick hit em
Either I'ma knock the bitch out him or he gone show me all the bitch in him
See Boss Wood that same nigga that a motherfucker used laugh at
Now flipping way more bitches cash way bigger than it was back then
You don't want to war go against a crooked eyed nigga with a mac 10
Touching everything on other side of the line like a plane ride wit a fat bitch
I'm way more thugged out than I care to speak about
All I need is a name job and a house bet cha I'ma seek him out
Still pulling all the change out a nigga couch like we still in a drought
Smart niggas stay rich broke niggas act richer wit a small amount

I'm still that nigga that want his change off a dollar don't see no problem with that
I came up off food stamps and borrowing know how poverty felt
These bitches ain't built for tomorrow they want what's already there
I treat that stick like my father I make it pop anywhere go tell him its game time
Limo tented in it insane minds
Think the band see this drum its bout the same size
Weapon on NBA Jams my clip got hang time
Suit up its game time