Game lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Pay your respects, n*gga
Pay homage, n*gga, when you see a motherf*ckin' God, n*gga
Check it
Uh, uh

[Verse]
I'm rockin' ice like lemonade (Rocks)
Been doin' this sh*t all my life, you n*ggas Minute Maid (You n*ggas Minute Maid)
You just a good kid and I'm a renegade
Collectin' handguns and rifles so I can liberate (Papapapapa)
I'm a predator, lookin for mics I can incinerate
Pro editor, got a style you can't imitate (You can't copy this, n*gga)
Plus my trigger finger like to irritate (Itchin')
'Cause my pockets got Bill Gates traits (Good jeans, n*gga)
Uh, you n*ggas sh*t like a bunch of bulls
If I get to clappin' sh*t it be a bunch of pools
You pus*y n*gga (pus*y), livin' by a bunch of rules
And every single n*gga around you is a f*ckin' fool (f*ckin' goofs)
I'll hit your b*tch with the uppercut
That means long di*k touchin' her upper gut
She got balloon breasts with the bubble butt
After we f*ck, she ride the bus with the bubble guts (Hahaha)
I'm like Captain Jack, jack 'n scratch, packin' gats
MAC attached to me like it's my habitat, imagine that
If a n*gga touch me, I'ma want payback
Push your top back like Hov and Beyonce's Maybach (Top off a Maybach)
Gettin' high on the avenues, passin' crews
Tha God got one of those "I don't give a f*ck" attitudes (I don't give a f*ck!)
Uh, I'll lift the steel like Kyle Green, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta!
Sprayin' your eyes like Visine
Coward, he fronted hard, the tre-seven blew, ooh
Removed him from his f*ckin' revenue
Shots left'm stingin' like the Jazz player
You under a lot of stress, hair gettin' greyer (You know, n*gga)
I'm ballin', b*tch, I score a lot of layups (Swish)
If we was playin' pickup games, you'd be the last player picked
I'm famous, take a pic, and you just make up sh*t
You rappers got me p*ssed (Why?)
Thinkin' you could f*ck with this
Uh, every rhyme I write paint a picture
Run up in your crib and shoot the face off all your baby pictures (Tzazazatatatata!)
Uh, I'm like America's Most
NWA, the most danger the folks
n*gga