Arcade

[Intro]
Before I leave the house I take the wrinkles out my shirt
Beat it till it hurt
You can't see me on this earth
Bitch I’m fresh to death might drop nine thousand on my hearse
You not finding justice where I come and it hurts

[Verse]
You get a sensation when them licks turn to work
Dick in the dirt, bitch I’m alert
Butch be getting blessings after thinking he was cursed
Walk around these blocks I pray to God I don’t get murked
Every corner I be on I swear it gotta church
I blow gas just like I burped
That's a mattress full of purp
I throw money at the clerk
Fuck a check I go berserk
Got Menyelek on my shirt
Now she lifting up her skirt (Lets Go!)
Keep yo hand I'm ready!
I take a breath on that trigger I'm steady
Flesh on your fleece no no this ain't spaghetti
My knees are weak‚ my arms are heavy
Taking a break‚ now I am deadly
If you know me I don’t rock no Giuseppe's
They in the closet your swag is R. Kelly
These niggas jelly‚ I'm watching the Jellies
And there is nothing you niggas can tell me
It ain't a drug that you niggas can sell me
You try'na base your whole off of Belly?
I'm try'na get a new bag like next week
Still eat the noodles I live at the deli
Girl right beside me a Liza Minnelli
This rap shit my hobby You niggas ain't ready
You know where find me in case you want test me
(Is somebody saying something?)

[Chorus]
Play no games no arcade
All about the rackades
I'ma blow her back out
Give that bitch a back ache
All about them rackades
Let it rip like Beyblade
In that Pelle Pelle
Might call up young Jefe
Play no games no arcade
All about the rackades
Ima blow her back out
Give that bitch a back ache
All about them rackades
Let it rip like Beyblade
In that Pelle Pelle
Might call up young Jefe

[Outro]
Before I leave the house I take the wrinkles out my shirt
Beat it till it hurt
You can't see me on this earth
Bitch I’m fresh to death might drop nine thousand on my hearse
You not finding justice where I come and it hurts