GAMES (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Keep that, Paryo

Why these lame b- wanna play me?

No Herbo, but they m- swerved me

Thinking about how they ain't even deserve me

Now I'm here counting all these hunnids

Cause I gotta count for something

Can't amount to nothing

Always tripping bout certain things

That don't matter so I tune em out

I turn on the games and let brains splatter

Da-da-da yeah you will meet your maker

Look, I've had enough you treated me rough

All those times you said I love you

I knew it was bluff

I just gotta chill and hit this b-

Cause I wasted so much time on someone really might fine

That wouldn't even hit my line

FPC deserves better

Came out from the gutter

Didn't have it all

But I'm still standing tall

Found a passion for rapping

Hate the haters that's acting

And the rappers that cappin'

Aye, aye

I don't know why I try and say the things I say

When no one will ever listen

I just try and live my life

Why these lame b- wanna play me?

No Herbo, but they m- swerved me

Thinking about how they ain't even deserve me

Now I'm here counting all these hunnids

Cause I gotta count for something

Can't amount to nothing

Always tripping bout certain things

That don't matter so I tune em out

I turn on the games and let brains splatter

Da-da-da yeah you will meet your maker

Aye don't mess wit the kid

I wear my heart on my sleeve

I can't not breathe think I needa relax

Smoke on this gas

Leave the dumb s- in the past

I can't let no dumb b-

Get in my way I'm dumb rich

And I'm always stacking these bricks

Thought I was down and out

But nah m- I'm up

These b- thought they got me

Nah I these got stitches on my heart

I been through battles got a Purple Heart

I remember who the f- I am

FPC, he reigns supreme

Why should I love these girls?

When all the done is ruin me

I dont know why I try

Might as well go crazy

Why these lame b- wanna play me?

No Herbo, but they m- swerved me

Thinking about how they ain't even deserve me

Now I'm here counting all these hunnids

Cause I gotta count for something

Can't amount to nothing

Always tripping bout certain things

That don't matter so I tune em out

I turn on the games and let brains splatter

Da-da-da yeah you will meet your maker