Game Time

By Sahib

Released on April 23, 2014

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[Verse 1: Sahib]

Listen up, you better leave brethren

The brain inside my heads the key weapon

Mind sharp enough to cut you open, c section

Twist joints like gang signs

I take time when I make lines

From day time to late night

With my crew, posted in the booth, just recordin'

The way these hoes come around, you would think they orbit

Pay off your mortgage before you claim your chedder's sorted

You said cheese, I took a pic, but it came out disorted

Jealousy will make you mess with me

Now your ass is missin' like the passengers on Flight 370

Word to my enemies, no remedy, no empathy

Especially if snakin' is his motherfuckin' specialty

Swervin' down a freeway, I ain't got no limits

My ten toes down in the sky, that's where I'm livin'

And they comfortable, I stand in Fendi linen

Coachin' my team like Lenny Wilkens cause its game time


[Hook: Sahib]

It's game time when you're ballin' like you're fuckin' Kobe

Keep your eyes open on the guys you callin' homie

They're waiting for the day you fallin' off on the low-key

You say they love you, but they love your cars, hoes, and trophies


[Verse 2: Sahib]

At it again, I'm back my friend, yo what's hattenin'

I killed this beat, it's gonna need, the fuckin' ambulance

The whip I travel in, makes me love travelling

Lookin' so dazzlin', might need a couple cameramen

Thanks to all the practicin', my future's bright now

I used to wonder if the path I took's the right route

Approachin' closer to my dreams as of right now

Running behind it faster than my own lifestyle

My girl fastens strap ons, buckle shit

I only dig dykes, don't fuck with couple shit

Diggin' down her butt, I need a shovel bitch

And I can tell by her face that she's lovin' it


[Hook: Sahib]


[Verse 3: Sahib]

I used to crack rhymes during class time

Had an open mind, they trapped mine like it was lab mice

I breakout of it, and buy Proactiv

I hit the brake to take a break and break my old habits

Trying to live my life good, not below average

Plate full of salad, but I need more cabbage

Don't leave your home faggot, cause I'm a known savage

Play with me and you'll be laying in your own casket

Tellin' lies, so it's hard for me to listen

My optician told me to keep my eyes on my mission

Appetite has me winning, find me in the kitchen

Hungry for success, go ask my dietician