Sega lyrics

[Verse 1]
We gon' step on n*ggas like a horse shoe
Only raise the blade if I'm forced to
I twist a rapper's cap like a corkscrew
I was wired wrong, I got a short fuse
I turn a Quickit pig into pork stew
I got a ton of problems I should sort through
I keep it to myself with no support group
Can't depend on n*ggas to support you
See the demons coming from the porch view
Talking game to b*tches like the sport's news
I been through it all and paid more dues
And you f*ck n*ggas, oh, the Lord knew
All the self-loathin' from the poor moves
Suicidal thoughts, I poured more booze
Gotta shake it off before you for surе lose
It ain't over n*gga, gotta push through
Hope you pus*y n*ggas had a good snoozе
Ain't no code or ethics, f*ck the hood's rules
That's the Devil's liar with the good rules
I wake up to Hell to some good news
All the pus*y great but she can't cook food
If the bully wish a n*gga would fool
I stand on my words like a footstool
I'm a stand up guy, I won't be ostracized
Whatever card was dealt, I gotta optimize
Can't let these n*ggas see you salt the sides
'Cause they will chew you up and you'll get tossed aside
They will roll up on you and pop the nine
It was Poppa-sized like Pac's demise
When the trust is dead, you've got to watch your guys
'Cause they'll be at your back with a pocket knife
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, I ain't playing a game with you f*ck n*ggas
Came out the gutter, now I'm up n*gga
Paranoid, no, I don't trust n*ggas
Do or say, you gonna do what n*gga?
Oh, I got something for the tough n*ggas
Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game

[Chorus]
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Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game

[Verse 2]
It's bully season, I didn't come to play games
I made it mamma, look, your son is deranged
I'm John Rambo, bet the llama go bang
I'm countin' commas, I go dumb in the bank
Got a date with death, go to prom with a shank
Ain't no limit, b*tch, I might be armed with a tank
Ain't no one in bed to keep your palm on the cake
That's on God, if Hopsin send me home, I'ma spray
It's Lord Benton, put the bag over b*tches
Respect the God, if not then they're sacrilegious
You paranoid n*ggas actin' suspicious
Get lose your life and I just spare the specifics
I'll make you famous, I might add a horrific
Cataclysmic chopper, scatter your biscuit
It's going down and that's a matter of physics
Can't count on n*ggas, I just add up my digits
Watch for wires, I ain't talkin' 'bout Idris
These n*ggas snitches, they gon' tell all your business
He took the stand, your man just turned to a witness
I'm different, n*gga, I don't fit the statistics
Sickness can't be cured with [?]
I'm sorry bae, don't mean to sound chauvinistic
Just give her di*k, I don't regret with the mistress
I'm on they nick and I ain't playin' with you b*tches
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, I ain't playing a game with you f*ck n*ggas
Came out the gutter, now I'm up n*gga
Paranoid, no, I don't trust n*ggas
Do or say, you gonna do what n*gga?
Oh, I got something for the tough n*ggas
Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game

[Chorus]
SEGA
SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA
SEGA
SEGA
Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game