How The Game Go

[Intro]
This Chicago, *****!
Gfelds on the beat

[Verse 1: Marcus]
Damn, they know how the game go
[?] like they ain't know
Raking shit like rainbow
Me and lil gang [?] fango
Damn, shout out my soldiers, blacked out fit lookin' like [?]
Baby, I'm the biggest bird in this shit, ridin' round' with the vultures
Shout out me amigos from the [?], baby we [?]
I don't give no damn about who he is, baby boy I don't know ya
Crying to myself every night, I ain't never had no damn shoulder
Baby, I can make some shit jump, I ain't trippin' even if I wanted to
Damn, trap doing 360s, coming down, tryna' duck on you
I ain't never give a damn about nun, middle finger to the world and the sun
Baby, I'm the one and you know that, play with us and we get ya blow back
Mixing it up, so why'd you throw that? I call that lil shit the double throwback
Bobbin' on this shit, I feel like Kodak, fours in the air, but you know that
Me [?] cut to where you throw that, True Religion jacket, wear it coated
They know i'm a Southside, baby, riding around with my seat rolled back

[Verse 2: Acid Souljah]
Bank rolls and bad hoes, we collect those, and we get those
I got some working, I gotta make a stretch though
I'm ridin' round', no insurance, fuck Geico
Reptiles in the grass, I'm a lawnmover
Your bitch a tresh, but she got that good throat
And I ain't doing shit for free, you gotta pay bro
These rappers stop to [?], like they PlayDoh
I might cash out on your bitch, let's go to Barbados
Futuristic straps, when you see them you like "Where the fuck they make those?"
And I fucking stole my baggie cause I swear I hate hoes
Based World

[Outro]
Gfelds on the beat