Текст песни Game Over - Caleborate

I said I'm back like the seat of the car that I'm sitting in
Up in the morning pray to god I know I'm sinning it
See me take the game it's hard to swallow like cinnamon
And everybody like is he gone be hella good again?
The answer is yup
But that 1993 is just for me to catch my breath
I done spit so many days running laps to get a check
But I'm finna just do it like the logo on a Bryson Tiller cap
Phone call from Sallie Mae, no I ain't got it yet
But I know I'm hella blessed so I ain't got to stress
Rome wasn't built in a day
These women fall where they lay
I know they love my bald head nigga, I ain't got to guess
I pull up on my bike and tell the valet don't scratch it please
I pay the grip for them 700 c's
And next time you see me I'll be gripping double Ds
No, not a chick I'm talking bout my degree
No man like, for real like, nigga I need to pass my classes and shit.
I need to get the fuck out my auntie house, like,
I'm over that shit bro.
I gotta get me a mothafuckin whip you know what I'm saying?
How the fuck you gon be datin and shit, you grown up like,
I'm gon meet you at the date on my bike,
I gotta get it, cmon, let's go, let's go
I want it all, I told you, on that G Eazy shit
I'm enlightening all my people, see I keep it lit
I'm from the land, where we dance, and we leave our whips
I said the game need change and started making sense
I put it all in my raps like a bag of
They making moves like I was an animated gif
And you can get with them, but guarantee that they ain't this
This shit is fire nigga, go head and take a whiff
Go head and write your list, put me atop that shit
In the meantime I'll be stacking a thousand checks and
Make em stretch like girl I ain't know you was so flexible
All my women know I'm pointing