Game 7

[Intro]
Bang
Let it bang

[Verse 1]
I vividly remember visions I was given
Playin Nas' "It Was Written," I imagined
Ruling the world from project benches I was sittin' on dreamin' of gettin' on
Thought it was easy 'til I seen what this was hittin' on, uh
And, still, you couldn't tell me shit
I was batting a thousand, everything I made was a hit
Even when I made mistakes, I always got the sirloin tip
Said these niggas come close but that's as far as it get
I ain't know a damn thing, I just knew I could spit
How these other niggas on it don't make no sense
So every song that dropped had me hot, yeah
I was pissed but I knew I couldn't quit
'Cause I knew I was legit
And then I joined some niggas lookin' for the same thing
Gold trophies, gold plaques, shinin' like gold beams
They say it take a village to raise a child
It take the same for a dream
Take the same for a dream
Spill

[Chorus]
And we just tryna get that (plain gold ring), yeah
And we just tryna get that (plain gold ring), yeah
And we just tryna get that plain gold ring
Game 7 (I'll remember) my team

[Verse 2]
This is World War 3
Down for the cause, I am kamikaze
And niggas rollin' deeper than the fuckin Nazis
Just lookin' for a shot like the paparazzi
To sit up on top like the God MC
Right before Muhammad call me Nazi
Even if you put me after, I'd be Ali
Follow code I am Hammurabi
It's in my blood like five big B's
Sick, I got a disease
Fuck my antibodies
Any beat can get bodied
Insane I clown niggas posses
For they piss poor flow, they ain't trained to potty
I coulda been hall of fame in like five leagues
Bo Jackson, I'm crack, Bobby
And for the right price, I move like I'm Bobby
Watch we, muthafucka, watch me

[Chorus]
And we just tryna get that (plain gold ring), yeah
And we just tryna get that (plain gold ring), yeah
And we just tryna get that plain gold ring
Game 7 (I'll remember) my team

[Verse 3]
I wrote this shit when I ain't have a dollar, boy
And the only chicks that holla'd looked like Tyler, boy
Gotta create a new way to say fuck the haters
Until I'm featured in FADER or faded counting some paper
Ah, meet me in Vegas, where what happens stays
Free falling got me balling like a castaway
Got all these women out here handing me they chastity
Besides what the pastor say
And every since Pac passed away
I been grabbing ass after class
Yo, I need to go to mass
He ask for ten percent, but I need to give em half
And I need to do it fast
Before I blow up, and then I owe him more cash
Before you gas me up so much that I break down and crash
But until then, break down and then pass
I got a gameplan to put the game on smash