Game of The Century lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, uh, hmm

[Verse 1]
Fresh and early
Gotta get the money baby girl, it scurs me
Earned my check on a pack of loose leaf
A plain MacBook and a mic that suits me
Sweet mother Mary, Joe C., my chain heavy
Gotta take it off or some n*ggas get testy
Tax and death they guarantee
But I can't die and you will never IRS me
I remember at the age of thirteen
Getting to the cake and licking the bowl clean
Big city dreams, Eastside story
Unclaimed bags and nobody to store me
Still young lookin' forty
I don't need a fake ID n*gga, all the guards ignore me
The big man on campus
I never made it past the SATs, ah
When it's pourin' rain
Look up at the sky tryin' to keep my sane
Weatherman, what's the forecast today?
Skinny with a chance of fame? Yea I like that
One ounce sir, extra C's
I had a beautiful experience on ecstasy
Bad hoes trying to get next to me
But I don't know why they're approaching me
'Cause back when I didn't have a pot to pee
Workin' for a check I had to squint to see
I can never hope for a 10 or a 9
A 7 was too fine so I shot for the 5's
Now, none like my kind
Birthday suit with an all-black tie
Shoot for the moon, don't mind the sky
If you miss, you're a star, if you land, you die
Yeah