Game Over

[Intro: Solomon Childs w/ Suga Bang Bang ad-lbs] It's over, yeah, I told ya I'm running, adolescent life They say we out here living We really out here dying though So I'mma talk to 'em [Chorus 2X: Suga Bang Bang] I grew up in these streets with some lions and gorillas Grew up with some pimps and some pushers So I'm gonna bang, the way I bang Somebody should of told you that the game is over [Solomon Childs] From Brooklyn to Bronx to Staten Infered with the ultra vision, street life murder Able to play any position, so what his body cold Don't stop filling his ass with lead Til his nerves start kicking, stomp one of these niggas out Who claim they got position, music for the rookie Think the drill sergeant got a big mouth And if it wasn't for the love of the team, they wouldn't put him on his ass Put his kid in a headlock, toast in his mouth My fault, I'm just a hood nigga A almost'll do anything for the money nigga Able to hit the slant or the way I feel Bygones, whenever be bygones Feel good to laugh now, but had the same spirit later When you cry later, bye hater, die hater I'm much greater, new paper [Chorus 2X] [Solomon Childs] It's over, I told ya, I'm running, yeah Coming to live, satellite, pay attention It ain't just every day you see a shooting star Still know 2 to 3 killas out of Grasmere In tinted cars, I'm from the borough of Dryer Galo and Dupri, chasing niggas through the p's Cuz of the rapping shotty, or the way niggas will chase them knotts Better than plastic Glocks Nowadays, I'm running lights, riding dirty, playing that Maino Surviving cuz the hoods are like Halo I love hip hop but this getting dealt for them pesos Still breathing in this rain forest Full pocket, never designed in them range rover Color, two-toned, surrounded by divas Praying that I take 'em home It's like your wifey's on my iPhone Kayslay, I know you hear me through your headphone Watch the world have it's ringtone [Chorus 2X]