SadBoyProlific
Game Over
[Intro]

(Foxe, foxe, foxe, foxe)

(R, R, R, R, RickyGore)

[Verse 1 - Kam Michael]
I don't got a job but I'm getting paid
City next up, check the accolades
Never act afraid
You can ride the boat but I'll crash the waves
Come and get a taste, oh lord she feeling amore
I hit it then leave, no feeling remorse
I'm feeling myself, I really need more
You got it on lock? Well I'm breaking the door
Riding around the city with the top down
Shorty face get low when it drops down (wooh)
Never had no help, only had myself
Bad luck go down when I spazz out (yeah)
Look, I'm sick as fuck but imma still record it
When I spit the flow that's the only warning
Feeling like I'm wanted, Imma always want it
Give me like a moment, Imma get to scoring
Goddamn

[Verse 2 - SadBoyProlific]
Might fuck around and put you in the ground
Y'all talking shit, I'm the talk of the town
Bitch I'm a king you just holding my crown
Feel like the illest I kill with the sound
I've been the best and they already know
Lappin' these rappers I'm going for gold
Pop a few viccodins I gotta go
Do ya bitch just like writers? cause I gotta ghost
Talkin' that shit but I'm up in your playlist
This boutta blow like a bomb when they play it
Got ya bitch on her knees like she was prayin'
Fuck all you rappers and no I'm not playin'
(Talkin' that shit but I'm up in your playlist
This boutta blow like a bomb when they play it
Got ya bitch on her knees like she was prayin'
Fuck all you rappers and no I'm not playin')
[Verse 3 - Kam Michael]
I grab the pen and I aim at the neck
People be talking but they ain't a threat
Hop on a beat and I put it to rest
I don't mean to be rude but you're really a wreck
Rappers I'm better than hating the most
You bring up my name it'll end with a flow
I stay on the move got they head in the scope
Do this all on my own ain't nobody I owe
Holdup, gimme a minute
I've been in the mix and I'm too independent
I've been on the wave and they all fucking with it
We boutta come up ain't no stopping the business
I take the beat and I make it a ditch
You act like you hard but you really a bitch
I'm not the one to fake or pretend
They say that they love me but hate when I win, look
I'm tired of hearing that you could do better
You grip the mic up on the stage and you choke
Fuck what you say this is my open letter
And all of my people know I do the most
Gimme some time and I promise I'll blow
Hate all you want but my shit is still cold
Spend all my time making shit that is dope
And I swear I won't settle til' I'm on the coast, kam