The Games We Play

Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in 'em

In elevator condos

On everything I love

This ain't a wave or a phase

'Cause all that shit fades

This lifestyle's forever when you made

They tweet about the length I made 'em wait

What the fuck you expect

When a **** got a cape and he's great?

Oven's full of cakes that he bakes

Still spreading paste

The love just accentuates the hate

This is for my bodybuilding clients moving weight

Just add water, stir it like a shake

Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith

Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race

These are the games we play, we are the names they say

This is the drug money your ex-**** claim he make

To all of my young ****

I am your Ghost and your Rae

This is my Purple Tape

Save up for rainy days and baby mama wishes

Along with the side bitches

They try to coexist, end up wishin'-you-die bitches

Stood on every couch

In the A at the black party

No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody

You laugh a little louder

The DJ say your name a little prouder

And we don't need a globe to show you the world is ours

We can bet a hundred thousand with my safe hold

My number's lookin' like a bank code

These are the games we play, we are the names they say

This is the drug money your ex-**** claim he make

Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin'

The draws from droppin', the laws from watchin'

With Ye back choppin', the cars and the women come with options

Caviar facials remove the toxins

This ain't for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters

Who grew up on legends from outta Yonkers

Influenced by **** straight outta Compton

The scale never lies. I'm 2.2, incentivized

If you ain't energized like the bunny for drug money

Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy

This ain't really for ya, this is for the Goya, Montoya

Who said I couldn't stop then afforded me all the lawyers

The only kingpin who ain't sinkin'

Chess moves that made my third eye ain't blinkin'

Stay woke, ****, or get out

Still pullin' whips out

Still spread the chips out

Might buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib out

The message in this music all my **** had to live out

These are the games we play, we are the names they say

This is the drug money your ex-**** claim he make