[Intro]
I got it, I got it

[Verse 1]
At this point i’m so fed up, going off
I had n***as tryna talk the talk I talk
I was [???] I gave that bitch my all
In the dump man I gave that bitch my heart
In the slums I was serving out the car
In the hills man Izz was of the bar
It was just me and [???] from the start
Used to hand to nickels shiit was hard
Staying low can’t get pickled can’t get caught
And my grannie said “Come in when it’s dark”
I said fuck it ain’t coming got it all
N***as jealous they wish I dropped the ball
N***as hating that shit was from start
What you drinkin, I’m sipping when i’m parched
What you thinkin ok I’ll share my thoughts
Talking down and she quick to suck me off
If she [???] she play I’ll fuck her off
N***as hating I pass ‘em look I’m gone
I ain’t tripping I’m quick to brush it off
And that n***a went crazy was my dog
I can’t sit here and lie it broke my heart
I can let that distract me moving on
Hood start boutta turn a super star
And them bullets ain’t make it through the car
[???] but we made it through the storm
Kick sneaks bitches laugh I had ‘em on
[???] so you’ve gotta have it on
So elite I am not your average bul
I’m a beast that these n***as can’t control
All That street shit I gotta let it go
You see that’s the only way I’m gonna grow
You see that’s the only way I’m gonna grow
[Hook]
Yeah
Who got game?
You got game?
Cause I got game
You got game?
Who got game?
Who got
Yeah, yeah
Who got game?
You got game?
I got game
Yeah, you got …
Cause I got
Who got game?

[Verse 2]
I got it I got it the hard way
Was hungry swinging by the park late
And back off a seven it’s all space
Pills just kicked up can’t talk straight
I’m on several can’t walk straight
Let off shots and then the law came
You ain’t hot dog, you a lame
Got a lot of thots keep ‘em trained
Dog I can’t be stopped can’t be chained
Everything I drop fucking flames
Everything they not fuck is fame
I ‘ont got it [???] he got aim
Bitches getting popped I got game
Shit I bailed out always had this pain
On [???] picking up some things
Laying low and staying in my lane
Smell like a O walking on a plane
[???] got low but I made a way
With this type of flow i’m here to stay
I stick to the code no other way
[???]
Riggs was the flow you see my taste
I look kinda cold you see my face
That shit kinda old yall n***as late
You texting my phone that bitch is cray
I with different bitches on different days
I keep it official they shit fugay
They slapping they bitches I [???}
That shit was a trap I got out that maze
So with that [???] I got out that fate
I got me some fame but it’s not the same
[???]
She almost cried cause I fucking sprayed
[Hook]
Yeah
Who got game?
You got game?
Cause I got game
You got game?
Who got game?
Who got
Yeah, yeah
Who got game?
You got game?
I got game
Yeah, you got …
Cause I got
Who got game?