Game On

You've got your eyes Locked and loaded like that smile Fire, shoot, aim all dialed Roll of the dice All these girls mama All that noise, drama Don’t entice me, no But hit that light switch low Ima make you feel ghost Forge the pace Your hearts will break What a case of liquor Without a fight to chase, yeah No mistakes Only game No we’re not fucking but I’ll let your mind bate you Master of my craft, nice pic to masturbate to I don’t hate you, I ain’t even know you exist Coming out the woodwork, pretending that we’re friends Ain’t it funny, ain’t it something One minute you don’t know me, next you swearing that you love me Week from now, steady aiming at my music with a musket Tearing my pedestal, breaking that shit for the fun of it All these biddy blogging whores, makeup pouring out their pours Smellin like perfume & warm cum I know you always wanted more but never did the work to make it come All my GED drop outs looking at your cop outs, swearing they holdin you down Steady blamin on the weather or the lack of something better Look at me now & Try to say its circumstance your foul, out of bounds Never had shit to stich it with a rusty needle From a record made of hand-me-downs