The Game

I am a nightmare walkin’, psychopath talkin’

King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin’

Tell his family get them black clothes

Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold

I’m that player on the corner lookin’ dry when it rains

From Impalas to that Harley truck, to dishraggin’ bitches

That was hard to fuck, I came up, it was hardly luck

You mad ’cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break

Well, I’ma fuck her till the springs break

I shoulda got a real-ass pirate to do the hook

Maybe Jack Sparrow maybe Peter Pan’s nemesis

My power’s limitless like Blanka on Sega Genesis

Superhero, mad that Marvel overlooked me

Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people

I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life

Like what the hell am I doin’ right? My life

Inside the Lambo shotgun with Snoop

What would the muthafuckin’ West Coast be

Without one crip and

“And I brought you all my dreams ’cause I love you”

“I—love you”