Mikey Monday - Game On

Frame paused but I’m moving
Made gwap I’m not stupid
Game on, I’m so ruthless
Rain fall and y’all clueless
Take charge, I don’t do snitch
Spit raw like I’m toothless (Fuck)
Fake love, I’m not Cupid
Game on, now let’s do this
Cape on, no napalm but I still bomb like I nuked it
Stay trouble like Akon but I play calm and y’all lose it
Face palm when they say some’m and you don’t know how they gon prove it
Case lost stay flossin’ like Diddy chewing on a toothpick (woo, woo, wooo)
I make it drip n make ‘em want some more
(Drip, Drip, Drip)
I said I’m sick but wouldn’t won’t sell my soul
(Sick, Sick, Sick)
Set a pick and didn’t wanna roll
(Pick, Pick, Pick)
I made her give now she don’t wanna go
(Oh!)
Been known to be a nuisance
Been told I couldn’t do this
Niggas talk but don’t do shit
Plant the seeds, but no tulips
Patch of green I’m doing two flips
Plasticine to see who sticks
Now these haters wanna ride my wave like a cruise ship
No pain from the bruises, no Wayne for the Bruce’s
No gain for the lames tryna play games, shame on the losers
No aim for the fact they lack in direction, chucking the deuces
So vain, when they come and they ask who the best is play them my music
Been rolled I ain’t moved since
Game cold but I’m cool shit
Made doe from my two cents
Milly rock, I don’t two step
Made it pop no T.Swift
Shooting shots it’s my season
One mic, no legion
Make it rain, no reason
Ayy
I make it drip n still they want some more
(Drip, Drip, Drip)
I said I’m sick but still won’t sell my soul
(Sick, Sick, Sick)
I set a pick and still don’t wanna roll
(Pick, Pick, Pick)
She gave again but still don’t wanna go
(Oh!)
Game on, Game on, Game on
(Woah)
Game on, Game on, Game on
(Woah)
Game on, Game on, Game on
(Woah)
Game on
(Woah)
Game on
(Woah)
Still bangin' out tha Blue Print
Still bangin' on the Blue Print
Still bangin' I'm too lit
Gang gang, the whole crew sick
Law enforcement wanna pin me with collusion
But the only thing they got is how came up so keep it moving
They don't wanna see us winning
But they love it when you losing
So I'm shooting from a distance
Klay Thompson all I do's swish
Make moves, all you do is switch
Stay tuned How I do this shit
Pile it up, I ain't movin' bricks
Wildin' out like who is Nick?
Uh
I make it drip n still they want some more
(Drip, Drip, Drip)
I said I’m sick but still won’t sell my soul
(Sick, Sick, Sick)
I set a pick and still don’t wanna roll
(Pick, Pick, Pick)
She gave again but still don’t wanna go
(Oh!)
Game on, Game on, Game on
(Woah)
Game on, Game on, Game on
(Woah)
Game on, Game on, Game on
(Woah)
Game on
(Woah)
Game on
(Woah)
It’s Mikey

Written by:
Mikey Ayiku

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