Valid and Stretch Money - Game Film

On a midnight run I gotta’ earn the paper
Stand in my way and I’ll merk a hater
I’ll shoot at ya’ feet do the Percolator
With the all black on I’m the Terminator
hasta la vista make my day
I’ll be back need some Tanqueray
Make the mix take a sip
My whole damn life is a eighties flick
Rambo Scarface
Let him his a line off a large plate
The world is mine that’s a raw deal
I got my full metal jacket on dressed to kill
They acted phone laughing on me
Day ones though next to me still
You can ask the homie I’m Axel Foley
Finna’ go from the D out to Beverly Hills
She dirty dancing got her footloose with open toes
Hands on her cheeks like home alone
No control she extra-terrestrial phoning home
Cuz’ she got a job school and such
Said take a day off like Bueller does
And she definitely definitely definitely down
Rain man shit when I hit Greektown
Atlantic City Val and Strizzy
Night in Harlem Cam and Jimmy
Brand new flavor Mack and Biggie
Kinda like Mase when he stand with Diddy
Back to back Bad Boy
Dr. Detroit and I’m Aykroyd
They keep it fresh keep it clean
Or I ghost they ass in a Field of Dreams
Mason Storm hard to kill these rap niggas ain’t hard for real
Wu Tang told us protect ya’ neck No limit told you to guard ya’ grill
Lethal weapon Cybernetic Organism I hit hard as steel
Too cold flow on Cujo these pups ain’t dogs for real
Umbrella for the Black rain it was mad max we ain’t know max Payne
I was getting young money no Mac mane
Where I’m from it was rap or the crack game
Suffocate that neck and hit the forty
Pour one for the ones who dipped before me
Saw dog get killed was just a shorty
But that’s a never-ending story
I was lost in the labyrinth
I had to make me a plan so elaborate
The crew I had to get is all savages
But now they call me your majesty
Tell the truth I imagined this
When I was walking up Haverhill down to Mack and shit
To get a Faygo and a bag of chips
Bro I’m stuck in the old ways from the old days
So I watch all classic shit
Telling tales from the dark side young dog from the far side
Represent to the fullest got to keep a silver bullet it be werewolves out when its dark time
And it’s dark time
But like Mike told Mouth in Goonies down in that Well to make a wish cause it’s our time
Bro I took that oath that I’m a stand up straight and grind twenty-five eight never part time Yea
Them eighties flicks be the best
Still got mine on VHS
Gangster, drama, action
We study that shit like its practice
Or game film roll the tape
Shut the fuck up got notes to take
Us and y’all we not the same
Let me tell y’all where we got the game
Eighties flicks be the best
Still got mine on VHS
Gangster, drama, action
We study that shit like its practice
Or game film roll the tape
Shut the fuck up got notes to take
Us and y’all we not the same
Let me tell y’all where we got the game

Written by:
Kevin Dean Bell, Anthony Rizzo, John McIntyre, Richard Solecki, Mihajlo Peric, Daran McCollough, Eddie Logix

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Lyrics © Songtrust Ave

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