GAME VII ft. CChop Lyrics

I wear my pain well

I be pushin through a lot and niggas can't tell

That's the way shit gotta go

Learnin from the school of life, a nigga made the honor roll

Cookin for experience, this here my Benihana flow, and

I just spit what Heaven say

Even if you call it weak, shit, everyday is VII day, reuppin every 7 days

Got receipts of dues niggas be actin like I never paid

That's why everyday I make the realest shit I ever made

That's why I'm forever finna bet imma stick

Charlie chop it up and imma take the head off that bitch

I get way more profane in mode and never can switch

Brain propane, when the game explode, I'm nettin a brick house

Til I'm worth 100 keys 100 times, 100 Gs is not enough for y'all and all of y'all a third of one of me

Heard the shit y'all heard and I could give a different summary

But y'all was done with me before asking what had been done to me

Dumber than dumb, some of these summers was fun

Most of my summers been grim, I had to run til I won

I had to learn that I can, I had to roll wit a punch

You see I'm stickin it out, call it controllin a hunch

Cuz I know it's too much to give, did too much to live, got too much to lose, I'm reckless still

Just tryna live til my checklist filled

And the water drippin off my necklace spill over

Still froze, and I bend minds when they still sober

Told em they gotta keep my dog tags on the beat, my niggas is real soldiers

Temp up and the price up but I'm so far that it feel colder

And it should, knowin what I got sittin in the bag and the real folder

But

I ain't gon sing til it feel over, when I keel over

Niggas get off them pills but feel sober

Whenever I step, I'm a weapon whenever I feel bold and

Now that I know that I'm better, I'm colder than ever

Been reachin a whole 'nother level

If you see it's VII, you never gon sever the tie to the blessings I'm puttin together

And lately I been on my bully, I'm feelin that fully

No matador, I'm finna revel in making em miss when they seein red

Ain't no racin with this, boy I be ahead

Ain't complacent with this when I'm facing my shit, I can pick anybody and leave em dead

When it come to these writtens I'm all alone, at the top of my moment like Lena said

Feelin fabulous, sum like Lena Horne

Do me dirty just once, imma leave it read

Imma follow my hunch when I get a bag

Niggas duckin my punches don't need a head… BLAOW!