Game Time - Intellectual

[Intro: Lil Keed]

Oh yeah, oh yeah

My dog, what's up, shawty? Yeah

I'm back in the, uh, motherfuckin' booth

Don't erase this, don't cut this, don't none of that

Okay? You dig?

I just lost my brother Mexico, man

But he died of natural causes

Nobody killed him, so I'm happy

Yeah, I got bitches on me

Yeah, I got benji's on me

Yeah, I'm wearing Shanaynay, I put vintage on me

Nah, my car not rented, I got a pink slip on me

And I know none of these niggas is not my homie

Suck on it, swallow it

I'm going in about these bands

I got the game from good game, that real shit

Yeah, yeah, she touching the gang

I told Lil Gotit, "Boy you goin' get thе fame"

I told Lil Gotit, "These niggas not in our rangе"

I told Lil Gotit, "Boy you goin' get the fame"

I told Lil Gotit, "These niggas not in our range"

You know you can't trust the game if it's staring in your face, ha

Shooter for a shooter 'case it get out of play, ha, haha

I seen you smiling, but you're hating though, huh

See, the rule to the game, right, is get that paper right

Don't let these niggas play you out your driver's seat

'Cause it can be all over in the morning

Long live Mexico, teach 'em the game

Game time