Текст песни Game Over - Def Davyne

Praying daily
But what I'm saying ain't the Gospel
All I know is people follow me like they apostles
Known for gassing up my whole city like I'm Costco
Wanna trip, like a rocket ship, I'm the Cosmos
Ain't no filter, when I kill it with a raw dose
Really wanna go against a pro, oh you got jokes
Raised in California, I should warn ya it be hostile
Shot for some rocks
Meet your maker down at Roscoe's

Everybody loves ya once ya gone and that's some real shit
But when you on the planet over the smallest shit they will trip
Love me but they hate me cuz they ain't me making em feel sick
Even Jesus had a Judas, niggaz will flip
Aura coming out me and I'm glowing that's some real drip
Schooling 'em with music, I'ma take 'em on a field trip
Like Ferris Bueller, when they showed up, I was still sick
Game over nigga, like Lil Flip

Ain't no where to run, no amount of guns
No amount of funds, spent shopping
Gon be stopping what's in store
Shadow work hurts and they calling it a war
Cuz it' similar to slipping after mopping up a floor
Ain't nobody know, where ya gonna go
When it's time to go, and the
Grim Reaper knocking on ya door
Already living with regret
Chop-chopping at ya core
Plus the problems keep coming
Cuz there's always something more
Ignorant, they uninformed and illiterate
Can't even read a situation like they idiots
My faith lacking, still I'm back with all my minions
Killing shit, with an army small as Gideon's
Or Leonidas, if I gotta die, I'll do it righteous
Sacrificing like the Mayans industry of giants
They so Goliath, going David, on you holy Titans

Everybody loves ya once ya gone and that's some real shit
But when you on the planet over the smallest shit they will trip
Love me but they hate me cuz they ain't me making em feel sick
Even Jesus had a Judas, niggaz will flip
Aura coming out me and I'm glowing that's some real drip
Schooling 'em with music, I'ma take 'em on a field trip
Like Ferris Bueller, when they showed up, I was still sick
Game over nigga, like Lil Flip