The Game Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #147

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[Intro: The Game] Hey, yeah Hey, it's a Hit-Boy beat, man, look Check it out Balenciaga shades and all [Verse: The Game] Y'all niggas got me fucked up Niggas must think I'm Lloyd Banks or Young Buck Don't press your dumb luck, I got my gun tucked 'Cause I don't like how niggas did Nip' I guess it's time to show these niggas what it is, Hit Lyrically, miracly, spiritually here in the flesh How I'm not top 5? Niggas appear to be deaf So I throw up gang signs, you understand me now? Keep sleeping, I'll put you where you can't be found Where you can rest eternally and you can't hear sound And your oldest son the head of your family now Fuck 'em, 'cause we headеd to Miami now And it's a Hit-Boy beat, fuck a hand-me-down No more freestyling ovеr other nigga shit I'm on some bigger shit Hit make the beat, then I get on some Jigga shit 'Cause when I hit a rock, I'm getting involved If I gotta get a ROC chain from the middle of the mall Nigga put a diamond tester to it, he gettin' hurt If a bitch ask, I told her, Soulja Boy did it first Yeah, I'm back in business And this time I'm not leavin' till the crack diminished Till the fentanyl dry and the veins don't stick out And the nigga Questlove take the afro pick out Back to my roots, freestyling to these black thoughts Black Balenciaga, Adidas, gassin' up the Trackhawk Or I'm out in Paris snatching bitches off the catwalk And when I kill a pussy, I don't even let the cat talk Underground, underdog, sword to the asphalt I stepped to all the dope niggas, they never seen crackwalk Ain't no competition so Kendrick went to Africa Ain't no competition, Cole went and got his baskets up But I'm here masking up, with the masking tape Fiends knockin' on the door, we closed, don't ask for yay You see a Aftermath chain? Then don't ask for Dre I'm a legend now, fuck when I pass away Can't put the effin' down, up, then I blast away Break his legs, stuff his shoulders in, no casket space Nah, I'm lying, it's just my rap alter ego The DA listenin', tryin' to hit a thug with the RICO Know I be with gunners, know I keep the heat close You can't relate 'cause you ain't seen what I've seen in that peephole So, dig a sinkhole, throw every nigga that rap in it 'Cause ever since they killed Pop Smoke, there'd been a gap in it Throw all that cap in it, lying about the trap in it Throw all these pussy niggas beefin' on this, absented And I'm abstinent, givin' no fucks, nigga It's all love, like I'm sittin' here with Puff, nigga You can hate me now But I won't stop now I am the nigga they never mention in their hip-hop conventions Know why? 'Cause I remind them of the trenches So I must be Candyman of the era Niggas won't say my name in the song or the mirror 'Cause I reflect on my past and my mishaps My right hand still where my dick at Middle finger up, flick that Tell my new bitch, "Sniff that" That's your best friend, I broke her off like a KitKat Where the bricks at, nah, we ain't sellin' those And I still fuck with Ye, but we sellin' clothes You niggas sellin' dreams, I wake you up to a nightmare Like me, Freddy, Jason and Michael Myers right there There's new niggas runnin' 'round like this is su casa Call yourself Simba? You learn from Mufasa And I understand you think you nice and you tryin' things But if you say you better than me, then you the lying King Ask about me, don't clash or doubt me I make your favorite rapper come pick up trash around me Used to walk around New York, red rag around me That was my DMX, dog tag around me Never keep it twisted 'cause I keep a bag around me I still jack rappers if they brag around me Keep it private, everything first class around me Like a Backwood, opps don't last around me Lemon on the head of the drum, we make lemonade One gun, plastic slug, then it disintegrate Disappeared into the crowd like I'm in a rave And go missin' like the crack when I'm in a raid I do dirt like I'm in the grave, and fuck this rap shit This ain't even how I'm gettin' paid One, two, attention to the center stage Fuck you, I'm back to my killin' ways Three, four, niggas with me, then they prolly strapped Shoe turnin' backwards like Just' LA Dodger Hat Trigger finger twitching, bullets spin 'em like a laundromat Like an Internet laggin', killin' where they spawn 'em at I'm bad for your health, you're scared to die, hypochondriac? Pussy nigga gets an itch, hit him with the Monistat 'Cause once we goin' in, it ain't no fallin' back And if the Draco on my lap, you know I'm in that Donda black Ah, extra clip where the bomber at Might as well kill him if I'ma end up where Jeffrey Dahmer at, that's crazy 'Cause last night I was with Madonna with some supermodels, asking Hit where the condoms at Shit, I gotta stay protected This LA, they take your life before they take your necklace Take the gun apart, spread the pieces, make the exit Take the clothes off, burn 'em, then they make the exit Look around this motherfucker, it's like we're still in the '80s Everybody with the shit, it's like a billion DaBaby's I've been drilling for this feelin', my adrenaline's saved me I'm the black Slim Shady, I've been killin' 'em lately [Outro: The Game & Justin Credible] Get these niggas the fuck outta here, man Drillmatic, August 12th, man We ain't come to play no games, man Fuck all that (Game is here) Nah, Game was here, I'm out