He Got Game Lyrics

Number one, we're the real splitters and nobody's fucking with us

Yeah, King Co, man they say you're old head, stop rapping you in your 30s nigga

I'm not an old head nigga, I'm season and I'm paid, fuck with me

Man they say life is what you make it, but what's the meaning

They say that balling is addictive and I've been fiending

I wean myself up off of socials like I'm anti-social

Instead I made that bag my focal like a hustler pose to

Trill spill I still walk it how I talk it, bring it how I sing it

Don't condone violence but keep iron like anemics

If you look me in my eyes you can tell I really seen it

Shit I started out with nothing, turn that hustle to a beamer

And I'm coming for that seven figure pie slice break off

I'ma need to get it for they do me like takeoff (RIP)

Or do me like Kanye, they buck breaking Kyrie

The flow is too Godly, the devil couldn't sign me

You know like I know, you know all I spit is fact

Most rappers sold they soul forever trying to buy it back

That's why I never put them racks before I put my black

Ain't trying to smoke no packs with no rappers names attached

Come and build with us

We from Texas, show you how to keep it Trill with us

She might diss before she knew I'm rich, I still hit her

Cause he got game balling like a Lincoln rail splitter

Now let me show what's in my bag

It go cross over hezi, drop step smash

The Draco like insurance, case yo dumb ass try and crash

You should see what's around my neck

This is VS, this ain't glass

I just aid and assist like I oop it off the glass

You don't do it for the cash, probably do it for some ass

I'm bout my cake dodging snakes moving through the grass

Man its sharks in the water

And shout out to my daughters

Who learning from a king to be leaders not followers

I'ma give my sons the game

Our people ain't the same

If you don't stand for something then you'll fall for anything

So it's ten toes down

This gifts profound

No bench press round

but keep four pound

I'm nine one five bound

my ese's call me loco

Guillotine got the underground in a choke hold

I pull up when I feel shit

I'm in and out the matrix

Might buy your girl some Ace just so she can say she taste it

The game need a facelift

But who gonna be the surgeon

Recession on the way and broke niggas still splurging

They plotting on your paper

All that envy got them lurking

Hope they don't catch you lacking

You ready

What's macking

Come and build with us

We from Texas

Show you how to keep it

Trill with us

She might diss before she knew I'm rich I still hit her

Cause he got game balling like a Lincoln rail splitter

Jesus Shuttlesworth