The Game (2014) lyrics

1-2 is this on
Kush god sh*t
Two Twelve

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
You know my pedigree/dour therapy
Light an L for me/groupie b*tches melt for me
Talking boss sh*t but you the help to me
You know the game…chicken n waffles/hit Melba’s G
f*ckin dojer. We be where you never be//Stomach touchin
You don’t never eat. Singing that broke n*gga melody
They see you shinin and they twist up they face
They hate is strong, you gotta triple the H//UHH
Aura like I be f*ckin the bosses daughter
Getting face like Zephora. Got a beat by the God
Burnin with Dretti all day/hot box
Middle finger to comp/impromptu crotch chop
Been fleet since hop-skotch
All black like I’m Hebrew/blew an ounce with P.U
Wit my borther 12/you know how we do
f*ck around and leave you. Think it over; Regroup

[Verse 2: A$AP Twelvy]
This that evolution/bro, DZA show me execution
I got the belt. Who needs some retribution?
Catch a body never head to Houston//Stay in town
f*ck that extra movement/body builder lookin extra stupid
Spittin Cris up in the crowd. Damn, this n*gga’s wild
Tell the world to suck my di*k. I’ll be that n*gga now
Young degenerate: my generation been f*cked
Since Giuliani had my elders in cuffs
Yo, DZA waddup? We them n*ggas hittin em up
They switchin it up/Gold Dust, b*tchin it up
f*ck all y’all rap n*ggas. Y’all need day jobs
U n*ggas bad for the game call em A-Rod

[Triple H outro]
Just incase you’ve forgotten….let me tell you just in the who in the hell I am
I am the game!

And you can bet your ass I’m back!