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Gametime

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Quadeca - Rap, USA

Gametime

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May 11, 2016.

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[Chorus] Man, you know that it's nothin' but the truth, no, I ain't lyin' (No, I ain't lyin'!) And we be playin' this life and you know that it's gametime (Motherfucker, this is gametime!) I can get a dope piece spittin' hot shit at the same time (At the same time) I can rule and break a nation, make mistakes, and Make my case and, basically, the same line [Verse] I got like a million bitches that wanna stop me, uh (Man, these bitches wanna stop me!) They can take a billion pictures of fuckin' coffee, yeah (Put your Starbucks down, bitch!) Please don't make a sound, bitch, boy got opportunities around him Mixtape's soundin' like an album, thank God that they found him Runnin' through my flow like a freestyle Meanwhile, they wantin' to know why my speech foul Refile, put it all away in the cabinet So dope, hit 'em with the cold flow, packagin' Havin' it, we about to go so rabid, bitch Opposite of slow-mo, don't go after this We slow, we know, where did the beat go? Reload, comin' back in like beast mode Countdown, countdown, down to the beat, bro Three, three, three, three, two, one, zero Come in this shit, man, I'm runnin' the game, wonderin' why I'm so fuckin' insane Up in my lane, talkin' to people, they lookin' at me like I'm one in the same Soft in your brain, motherfucker, you don't even know how to comprehend All of the money and money and hours for all of the time that I spend You know I'm braggadocious, braggadocious, take a sip from my magic potion Got mad devotion, the track is broken, I'm lackin' shit, man, I'm glad we're goin' And I just flow, I just grow People lookin' at me like they might just go But I'm not gonna let 'em though, I'm not gonna let 'em go People are comin' in here like they movies stay frozen, but I will not let it go And I know that I'm cocky, I know that I'm cocky I'ma come and just punch it back, man, mid-life Rocky But if you know me, then you know I gotta Get to the top, I'm eruptin' with lava Ain't got no script, got no prose, it ain't Java I just come in real, I be givin' it proper Properly probably livin' in harmony Got to be honestly hard to be stoppin' me Airin' it out, man, I'll give you my laundry Turn you to dust, motherfucker, I'm Socrates Spreadin' the man, they just call it misogyny Fuck all of y'all, I just live for philosophy Live for the dream and let's see what it costin' me Basic-ass people, they all want to talk to me [Chorus] Man, you know that it's nothin' but the truth, no, I ain't lyin' (No, I ain't lyin'!) And we be playin' this life and you know that it's gametime (Motherfucker, this is gametime!) I can get a dope piece spittin' hot shit at the same time (At the same time) I can rule and break a nation, make mistakes, and Make my case and, basically, the same line [Outro] I got like a million bitches that wanna—

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  • Quadeca