Текст песни Game 7 - OBM Bank

Niggas tried to count me out
They done lost count

Feel like bron in the crunch time
Got to put my niggas on man it's lunch time
I been trying get some money fuck hunch time
I been gone so long man I got to rhyme
In the dark so long man I got to shine
Got the whole quarter on me nigga fuck a dime
If you see me with that sack nigga know its mine
I done gave up with this shit about 100 times

I been going hard like it's game seven
I got niggas up the road and my dogs up in heaven
Got shot at 17 I survived it's a blessing
Everywhere I go the Glock go nigga I ain't stressing
Showing love to a thot man I had to learn my lesson
Now these hoes on my dick nigga I be dressing

And I ain't never felt real love
If love was a bitch nigga I'll kill love
If they ask how I feel nigga I'll still shrug
Got to stay out the way nigga keep that steel tucked
If I catch you with your niggas boy you still fucked
And that bitch talking down but I still fucked
All these hoes want to cap but they still sucked
I'll stay down until I run a couple Ms up
All these niggas want to hate nigga get your bills up

I can see through that fake shit
I became immune to the snake shit
You a fake nigga move out the way shit
I be with sharks don't get ate bitch
You be hating you can't eat off my plate bitch
Why you trying come around with that fake shit
Niggas don't know we get them snakes hit
Niggas don't know we get them snakes bit

But the snake turned rat so a case hit
Get locked beat the bitch we don't say shit
Put the Glock to his mouth make his face lift
Make a nigga check out like a day shift

And I don't even know what else to say on this bitch
This hoe tweaking about to put the K on this bitch
Can't beef with him he be writing statements and shit
I was getting high on the day I got hit

That's the main reason why I be facing and shit
Free the bros down the road catching cases and shit
I was busy chasing money you was chasing a dick
You was looking for a nigga I was breaking a brick

I was really chasing money man
You was chasing a dick

Feel like bron in the crunch time
Got to put my niggas on man it's lunchtime
I been trying get some money fuck hunch time
I been gone so long man I got to rhyme
In the dark so long man I got to shine
Got the whole quarter on me nigga fuck a dime
If you see me with that sack nigga know it's mine
I done gave up with this shit about a hundred times

I been going hard like it's game seven
I got niggas up the road and my dogs up in heaven
Got shot at 17 I survived it's a blessing
Everywhere I go the Glock go nigga I ain't stressing
Showing love to a thot man I had to learn my lesson
Now these hoes on my dick nigga I be dressing

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