Game Set Match

[Intro]
Game, set, meet your match
Network, but feel no attach'
Love all, above all
Except when a mf's
Steal your cash
Reday go!

[Verse]
I can play on any court
I'm stick around for years, like Fevicol
I can Busta rhyme for any scenario
I can turn back time, steal Em's spaghetti bowl
Just doin' the most, no prove it and post
Counting future money, I'm assuming the pose
Big boy tryna' entertain in a game full of actors
I'm just Tanmay doing a roast, case closed!
Don't cancel my appetite
I'm just tryna' raise the stakes
And there's cowards on my road
And I won't press the breaks
(Skrrttt skrrttt) I keep it F100
Max flows on the track, no verstappen (vеrse stopping) for takes
Put my versеs in a verzus, you gon' see versatility
And that's the true version you'll get outta here
I'm quick to split, cuz when these boys talk splits
They get split personality, Splitsvilla realities
October's very own, your not sick-sick, you're Halloween!
The 31st come with champagne thirst but don't fit in your salary
And your momma said don't be a popstar, you're a doctor
I get bottles, models, I'm lying, I just Hodl
I spend a lot time on Logic, I'm aristotle (Wooooo)
The bar so hard had to give myself Ric Flair holla king moves, be your own well wisher
I'm in between my Queen, every knight, no bishop
No pawns, when we mobb deep
I'm a rap prodigy but i'll never smack my bitch up
KK did switch up so candidly
Made the beat with one hand, no Addams Family
This a Band Of The Brothers, GG is the calvary
I run the Chefs table, every cadence come with calories
Keyboard warriors, don't fuck with these cats
My Entourage will never chase drama with these raps
We just pack a full house, with them friday night lights
We don't need some gossip girls to tweet that
My wallet it a house of cards, It's dramatic
Call me inspector gadget, my studio never static
Making moves for my future family like the Jetsons
No kitchen nightmares, dinner full of blessings
Triple the price, making the Looney Tunes
Bugs bunny nice, moving gold bars, that's a real money heist
Fake friend in disguise like the Narcos is
Stealing food on some Oggy & The Cockroaches
Am I famous enough? I'm getting Punk'd?
Or were you trained at Quantico and your acting's junk?
Lot of baby thugs, too many Rugrats
Too many suits, getting Lit
Off us and they don't love rap
Baskin the glory, of real stripe, no tiger king, no undercover boss, you gotta run that
Maann.. these industry stories
Turn into Vampire Diaries
Issa wild wild country, but shot we got enquiries
For X amount of Men, not enough Xenas
It's all up to you, no cap, to be a leader to my Millienial's and this Gen Z Nation
Fear no one, the world is yours for the taking
Rewind that for easter eggs, no chocolates
From A-Z shows, I showed you who you rocking with
Yeah, realest in the game, no Oculus!
Rule worldwide and to the top moon on some rocket ships!