The Game Video (MV)

(Intro)
Yeah,,,nah mean yeah...
Man the game f*cked up, I just wanna tell y'all about it man

(Verse 1)
Y'all show love to the fakes and then throw shade on the greats the game has made a mistake I'm here to change all that
They need more lean in they drink and more prescriptions to take they want more bass in they face to make em feel all that
I need more bread on my plate and then some extra to bake I need my mind to awake so y'all cant sleep on that
I want this whole club to shake like there has been an earthquake and f*ck the hate no debate I'm here to claim all that
See this game is f*cked up like having sex in jets, y'all love the wack ones but show the real ones no damn respect
You just neglect but I am here to put the game in check, I'm turning heads until these haters break they f*cking neck
No disrespect but i'm popping shit, one buckshot and i'm dropping it, mumble rap put a sock in it, clean the game up i'm mopping it
Put the work in i'm clocking in, flow too good y'all ain't jocking it, headed straight to the top and then steal the crown and I pocket it
Like that's mine that's mine you ain't signed that's fine, one to ten and i'm a dime, 28 i'm in my prime, grab a pen and write a line make a hit like every time
Y'all are nothing like my kind, y'all grab a dollar snort a line,
Your only skill is popping pills, and telling fibs don't keep it real, you flexing gang and say you kill, until a gangster pulls that steel

(Chorus)
Ay, I keep it real down here down here
Ay, y'all know the deal down here down here
Ay, Blunt get filled round here round here
Ay,You know the deal down here down here
Ay, down here down here down here
Ay, keep it real down here down here
Ay, Blunt get filled round here round here
Ay,You know the deal down here down here
Ay...Ay...Ay..Ugh
Ay...Ay...Ay..Ugh
Ay...Ay...Ay...Ugh
Ay...Ay...Ay...Ugh

(Verse 2)
Now let me double up my cup
And double down on my luck
All these other rappers suck
Mayne the game is f*cked up
It's f*cked up like it's humping the sky, yo nuts tucked you ain't even a guy, faggot rappers they actors I swear they living a lie, they ain't really bout action actually more like sci-fi
Sci-fi but why why?
Oh nah nah and fa la
It's bye bye to the pie
Hasta and oh vwa
Hasta la vista to the people who support the weaker, I smoke sativa and indica when i'm with my people, i'm like a preacher when I speak of evil in my steeple
Nice to meet ya wanna beat ya like i'm punching people, my game is tight just like a pussy that be on the keegle, the flame ignites just like an oven in a pizzeria
I'm on the move like a Kia like bitch ya bia bia, bia bia you behind me that's why I can't see ya, he a he a rapper trapper tap up on the heater
Honestly I talk more shit some Diarrhea
Your only skill is popping pills, and telling fibs don't keep it real, you flexing gang and say you kill, until a gangster pulls that steel

(Chorus)
Ay, I keep it real down here down here
Ay, y'all know the deal down here down here
Ay, Blunt get filled round here round here
Ay,You know the deal down here down here
Ay, down here down here down here
Ay, keep it real down here down here
Ay, Blunt get filled round here round here
Ay,You know the deal down here down here
Ay...Ay...Ay..Ugh
Ay...Ay...Ay..Ugh
Ay...Ay...Ay...Ugh
Ay...Ay...Ay...Ugh