Jamesy. - Game Six (feat. King Souul, MC Righteous)

Okay the realest muhhfuckers that I know never say shit

I drugged myself into complacence

I'm bout to hop up off the bench and get my homies out the basement

This that ray allen game six

I know i got it cause all of my competition spittin lame shit
Tweetin' rappers they don't hang with
Y'all sister wifey's cause you all is on the same dick
And that's the tea, like the shit you start your day with

I say again when you got it you don't talk about it
Why I been quiet? There's ya fuckin explanation
And lately I been had the inclination
To live my whole damn life like vacation

So every single day I'm on my own shit
Definitely stoned prolly chillin with a grown bitch
I've got a home, I don't need a destination
So this shit that I spit meditation

Okay the realest muhhfuckers that I know never say shit

I drugged myself into complacence

I'm bout to hop up off the bench and get my homies out the basement

This that ray allen game six

Okay bitch I'm the shit
One day you're gonna grasp it
Cause every single sixteen I spit...
Classic
These rappers half-assin', tragic
James been wavy, like Max B on acid
Ask if..
I've been blowin sour..? this is vlassic! cat piss!
So oh no... I don't wanna match it
I seen what you got in ya blunt...
And you smokin on sadness
I'm blowin on some intergalactic, huh

Rappin til they put me in the casket
Cause Jamesy doesn't give a motherfuck about ya status, bruh
Cause this shit I spit everlasting
But I don't got no VVS chain or an Aston

But when I want the milly, shit
Imma make it happen
And kick back laughin'
At times I didnt have it..

Hol up this shit so sick that i'm spazzin'
There's no replacement
Cause we cut from different fabric..

Okay the realest muhhfuckers that i know never say shit

I drugged myself into complacence

I'm bout to hop up off the bench and get my homies out the basement

This that ray allen game six..

I brought the heat check to the beats neck
Know I slide through
Dicing while my pride full
I'm frying up my mental

Yes chef
King of crafts and the kitchen
Arts and crafts from the scratch
While they're busy fucking bitching
Pinching pennies wishing..

That dimes would could come
A.I. and i'm not talking Iverson

You're artificial that intelligence
It's negligence and misconstrued confidence
A compilation of the common sense
Like your rhyming is

See my sense is like game 6
Get me cornered I'm a pull it
Shoot it straight just like a bullet
Shit it'll curve if I wanted..

But I don't want shit

Except for some respect on my name
You see the bigger picture
Well I'm building a frame
While we got bigger issues
That no one'll claim

So consider it lame or consider it done
Just consider these words before you say something dumb..

Okay the realest muhhfuckers that i know never say shit

I drugged myself into complacence

i'm bout to hop up off the bench and get my homies out the basement

This that ray allen game six..

It take nerve to step foot in the Rucker
I been watching my balance I'm KD in the summer never switch teams,
Knee deep so I can't stop now
How I take a 5th seed transform from the ground

Kyrie, bet you can't guard me, they look around
Elevating my level, he on fire I'm like a kettle
Or maybe like Kerry Kittles when I pull from three
Jump shot, so Klay when I catch my streak

Forget ball, I'm a star when I flow on beats
Forget CSI, private eye can't stop me

Chemistry like a chemist
I mix and I master the words, so absurd when I flow on mics

Name a price from the jungle where I earn my stripes
Never lean on me
If you don't like heights
Maybe they gon see
Only when it's right

Sunrays so bright it might blind your sight, word

The realest muhhfuckers that i know never say shit

I drugged myself into complacence

I'm bout to hop up off the bench and get my homies out the basement

This that ray allen game six..

Written by:
Curtis Igunbor, Dalton Lambden, Michael Marines

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