for love of the game

By Scrim

On runaway

Released on May 29, 2026

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[Intro]

(You did good, $lick)

(It's a smash)

(Lonely boy)

Turn me up


[Verse 1]

Yeah, piped up, can't calm down

War time feel like John Brown

Cult sippin' poison like Jonestown

All my dogs chained like a dog pound

Gotta keep it on, never know the fit you gon' die in

Sellin' out arenas, fuckin' porn stars like Zion

All them fuckin' meds, how you ain't dead? It's called science

Pull up with the gang, we gon' start a muh'fuckin' riot

Light 'em up

Light 'em up

Had to go run me that

Had to go run me that bag up

Soulja Boy, turnin' my swag up

I ain't the one to be mad at

She givin' me head in a Staff hat

But I ain't really in the mood

I done popped off more than I can count, all I know is I can't move


[Bridge]

Lemmе find my groove

Lemme find my groovе

Lemme find my groove


[Chorus]

Hop out the 6x6, can barely turn it

I'm poppin' on Xanny, Molly got me shirtless

Tony the Tiger my Lambo, swervin' that Urus

Uncut dope straight virgin, servin' the purest

Hoe can't look at my diamonds, makin' her head hurt

Boy pulled up in a white tee, left in a red shirt

Fuck they talkin' 'bout motion? We on pressure

Twenty-somethin' pharmaceuticals on my dresser


[Verse 2]

Bitch, she spit off the top, head off the radar

Pull up, we spin that block, spare all the neighbors

Fuck they talkin' 'bout smoke? Bring out the vapor

Twenty-thou' just for the belt, Chrome Heart gator

Yeah, I been feelin' myself, havin' my own way

I don't be givin' no fucks, I'm tattin' my whole face

All of my opps on gossip, fuck what a hoe say

Chop blowin' through they gang, my blick too gay

Courtside with a pair of sticks like 2K

Courtside with a bad bitch, yellin', "Shoot Trey"


[Bridge]

Gah damn, I'm

Gah damn, I'm too up

Gah damn, I'm

Gah damn, I'm too up

Gah damn, I'm

Gah damn, I'm too up

Gah damn, I'm

Gah damn, I'm too up


[Chorus]

Hop out the 6x6, can barely turn it

I'm poppin' on Xanny, Molly got me shirtless

Tony the Tiger my Lambo, swervin' that Urus

Uncut dope straight virgin, servin' the purest

Hoe can't look at my diamonds, makin' her head hurt

Boy pulled up in a white tee, left in a red shirt

Fuck they talkin' 'bout motion? We on pressure

Twenty-somethin' pharmaceuticals on my dresser