Lyrical Breakdown of Gamed Up (feat. Rayven Justice) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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I ain't new to this shit, baby
No, no, I'm too grown
Tryin' to run game on me
I been in this too long
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up
Bitch, how the fuck you think you supposed to run
game on me?
I could have been a pimp at the age of three
And when it comes to funk, I know a few hitters in that
arena
And I ain't talkin' John Cena, I'm with hyenas
Born hustler, not a sucker, but a king
Don't nothin' come to a sleeper but a motherfuckin'
dream
All my years I had peers that I looked up to
That been on and off the streets, back and forth to the
stew
Sometimes I drink too much, I got three bladders
I'm paranoid, I pack three hammers
I smoke a lot, I got three lungs
I'm looney as fuck like Yuck and Num
How you expect me to help you if you won't help me
help you?
I ain't in the way, you in the way of you
I keep my ear to the turf like a soccer shoe
I know these streets like the Gracies know Jiu-Jitsu
I ain't new to this shit, baby
No, no, I'm too grown
Tryin' to run game on me
I been in this too long
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up
Hate come with the plate
When you eatin' everybody want a taste
Turnin' my money over and flippin' it like a acrobat
I got more TracFones than Saul from Breaking Bad
Where I'm from, they'll shank you in a bathroom stall
Where I'm from, they'll deflate yo' head like a Tom
Brady ball
Hella long ago before my Mangoscato
I used to spin the gumbo pot like [?]
Havin' money ain't new to me, I'm a staple
Seasoned like a mu'fucka: basil
I respect my OGs, look up to them like a father
They stay movin' mean, up in the pen they shot callers
I went from not even being mentioned to the center of
attention
Right now I scoot a European, but I used to scoot a
lemon
It's me man: benefactor
What's that on ya wrist? Yacht-Master
I ain't new to this shit, baby
No, no, I'm too grown
Tryin' to run game on me
I been in this too long
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up
Something similar to a curtain call, my beats be
clappin'
Bankroll swoll' like an allergic reaction
Suckerism's contagious like a yawn
If you play with the bull, ya gonna get the horns
Some people got time for everybody else
Except for the people that's gon' be there when it's
nobody else
I could show you the newest way to play the oldest
game in the world
I ain't gotta have money to pull yo' girl
When the next man is winning, don't be concerned
You can hate or you can learn
I'm the get-money whisperer, teach
Hustlers how to get money; preach
I'm from the Wild, Wild, Wild, Wild West
Where they aim for the dome and the chest
Be cool if you a tourist or a guest
Tuck yo' chain in yo' shirt, it's a mess
I ain't new to this shit, baby
No, no, I'm too grown
Tryin' to run game on me
I been in this too long
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up
I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm gamed up