Man’s G.A.M.E.

Verse 1:

I put the pedal to the metal, smashin' on this mothafucka, plenty of real G's, not again skinny jeans, just 501 Levi's and mothafucking Dickies, I said 501 Levi's and mothafuckin' Dickies
Put the Hub on the map, never scared to scrap, but if a mothafucka cool then I'm givin' you dap, act a mothafuckin' fool then it's all in your cap, we ain't playin' with this shit here nigga, brains in your lap
Load this mothafucka up like a cellphone app, load this mothafucka up like a cellphone app, get your mothafuckin' choke on while others get their drank on, finna go piss nigga go handle your shit
Ain't a damn thing changed, what the streets ain't bang, don't be making no money but niggas still wanna hang, get to offerin' jobs these niggas still won't change, just be letting them other niggas control their brain, that's why...

Chorus:

I do the man's thing, show these boys a man's game, FUCK shaggin' my pants where my nuts already hang. (x4)

Verse 2:

Don't ever push me to the limit o' Crip, your lifeline will get lost, don't you ever forget? This Compton streets mothafucka, hell yeah we've been suffering, tryna hold back the next guns, to killin' off the loved ones
Evaporatin' in these mothafuckin' streets, somebody's love that got killed, now here comes the white sheet, domes that got peeled, and bled out on the concrete, all I really know is the funeral is comin' next week
A damn shame but the streets won't change especially comin' up in you half-raised, and all you know is gangbang, a dumb bitch and a nigga that's (inaudible: flipped), don't got no mothafucking business havin' kids and shit
That's real, I dedicate this to the real mothafuckin' struggle, people losin' that love for they suffer as well as others, what the Devil waitin' in hell ready to fuck a mothafucka, police, guns and warfare, and sending mothafuckas to jail

Chorus (x4)

Verse 3:

I'm givin' credit to my mothafuckin' self 'cause I ain't never too (inaudible: hard-wild), to ask God for some help
Throughout my life it's been some fucked up shit, and I ain't never seen to be able to get all over it
I blame that shit on my self mothafucka, now I'm mannin' up to do right and say FUCK no to the other
That's just the way it is, roll up into the day it is, and still pullin' pistols won't you squab with this business nigga
Put down the cannon, we can do this two-handed, at the end of the day nigga, we're someone standin', only difference it might be, is your left got you right-handed, bullshit we share and misunderstand it
It's grown man shit, make a hundred grand shit, all for the day I'm 'bout to make it to the clip shit
That's how I'm rollin' do your drinkin' and your smokin' and if is a mic involved then do some mothafucking flowin'

Chorus (x4)