Jay Foreign - GAME OVER

What he say
It get better
I got a dream and I'm never gone let up
Are you dumb
This a setup
Back out the v
On my mark tell him get up
Let's get to the money like vamanos
If I up that's bitch once then it's audios
Working hard and I'm never gone let up
The way we sending these shots get a check up
Theirs lights at the end put your head up
Sike nah better go put your head down
You thinks you the one you a dumb clown
She don't want you lil boy leave you stuck now
She doing the team nigga what now
Niggas be lame and gone act like a bitch
I can not call you my bro cause you snitched
I can care less bout the fame
I just wanna be rich
But niggas is clowns and gone switch for a bitch
I need a watch to come sit on my wrist
Cause I'm making thee hits lil bitch I don't miss
Bitches be freaky and messy after I hit don't text me
Yours man's is a bum he a phony
I just might give his hands like a goalie
Uh I get the money, I get plenty
Ima slide to the stu I'm with Renny
Rari go fast and it's gone zoom on the free way
Bought it lil bitch I ain't rent it
He say he a shooter tell him slide with a blicky
Ball on the court like we Brooklyn uh
Why that boy talking go gets some money
You can get beat up for looking uh
She wanna fuck me no way
Call Peter he taking you home
Make it hot better get down and roll
In my crib do not answer your phone
Beat it up then you leave me alone
Bo2 I get low call it prone
I'm a star and this all set in stone
Number 1 I'm the man in control Locking in lemme get in my zone
Talking loud better lower your tone
I was 12 uncle passed me the pole
Trusted me and I wasn't even grown
Put in pain bet you did even know
I want it all I can't loose it
So I get to the bag I ain't snoozing uh
Short want come make a movie situation get sticky gooey uh
Slide on your bitch like it's toosie
I just might play with the coochie
Look I'm getting paper loose leaf
So I'm copping a rari two seat
Niggas be fake and this shit getting critical
I see the fake through the visual look
Watch how you step cause this shit can get critical
I'm not the one I ain't typical look
Hop on these beats and I'm spitting that tuff shit
These Niggas ain't know that I'm lyrical huh
Wait slow it down speed it up hold on
Killing the pussy I beat it up uh
Put it on me I'm a eat it up huh
Bitch I ain't eating nothing huh
Dick in her guts stuffing huh
Bitch you look dumb of you think ima miss you
These niggas be softer than tissue uh
Ten toes down young nigga ain't folding run up on me ima flip you uh
You got a tech for the fashion
I got a chop for the action rapping and shit is my passion
Working hard get the money and cash in

Written by:
Oluwabunmi Obasa

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