No Game! lyrics

No game no game no game self made self
Made yea drinking wine from my
Coffee mug now look I had to put my album
On pause all them punk ass rappers wanted
To test my battery b*tch I'm fully charged

I'm on my f*ck sh*t so step back I don't
Take pleasurements from hurting people
I like to eat grapes and sit in my bubble
I just came out the woodworks oh sh*t
I'm missing a arm yo hold on go back I level
Up with each bar along with my tax bracket

f*ck these bills I'm
Walking my way but they wanna push me out
Of line punch him in the head and take a
Selfie smile I wipe my ass sign some papers
Put it in the middle this is when I rap
The weather changes I'll walk on stage
There gonna say he need a pastor my ass
On the steps I run everytime I run into a
Good girl dark room recalling my sins
And laughing it off the FBI knocked on my
Door they took my OJ

In a world where the concept of power
Is so expanded where do I stand new
Problems every corner I am they really
Wanna see the old me but never realized
I never changed I came this far into
This music sh*t they can crown me king
They can call me this they can call me
That they can't call me fake this is
No Game
I'm like a oven on 360 when I start
Kicking my mic
No game no game no game self made
Self made yea

Red dots when I leave the house I guess
I'm known to pull strings play it like
Ping pong turk have mercy I'm like
Hell nah everytime I hit the touch down
They wanna hit me with the red card
I can't be friendly 2 Dino's can't mingle

My name is arafat but no I'm not fat
Culture vultures want to charge extra
I took flight I'm into agriculture color
Red is them color blue is me I get
Kicked to the corner because I'm
Building a sculpture my brothers
Faith goes so far I work at Catalyst
This sh*t is rusting disgusting sides crusting

Imma need some clean towels up in
Here who ever wrote this should quit
Then I said suck a di*k a shark on
Sand I snap my cords I don't need no
Auto tune my flow is extraordinary I
Simuluse how I feel double checkers
My pet agree is too high for these clowns
To even try to stretch me
I own my music rights
Inter scope can't have my soul I pop
Out with a four loko no fake polos your
Baby daddy a throw away his name slic
I give him the slick diss

No game no game no games self made self Made sir please sit down I'll go back
To my normal voice here is a snickers
Bar your a diva when your hungry I'll
Steal your pine cones I swing freely my

Math teachers name was jones I zoned
Out and he said I wouldn't be sh*t well
I know but I investigate like I'm Sherlock
Holmes I'm in the safe zone clones
Want to overthrow but this is my thrown
So much cologne f*ck boy energy I
Give her the longe bone yes it's a new
Milestone only time will tell I'm unknown
I can blow or not when I finesse just
Know it was achieved threw the blind spot