D-Medi & Gemini Emerl - No Games Lyrics

D-Medi born wit the gift of gab
Stay high, lookin down like aristocrat
Keep my heart so cold wit da wrists to match
Takin over everything, and ya chicks in laps
Who could go toe to toe wit the foe on the flo
Wit a flow that unload so automatic?
Stay composed through the shows and the lows
Always grow and reload thru the noises and all the static
Took the throggs neck, bridge rollin up gas near you
In my own lane, on this hillside wit a clearview
Got the visine, keep me lookin sober
And the high beams on, lookin over
Yea im gettin wiser, aint lookin older
Keep it hip hop, lames took the culture
Now im bringin it back
Buildin album wit family, the business intact
Now im bringin it back
F*ck all those who cant stand me, now sit thru the wrath
Now im bringin it, winnin it
Livin spontaneuous, wingin it
Take off, the sky aint the limit
I'll rest wit the stars by the time I am finished, aint done yet im killin it
Write, recite, incite the hype, dope
The type, to like, the righteous fight, dope
Light the night, with bars this bright, dope
Bite these bars? i hope u die slow
Light cigar, then fuse for pyro
Like the stars, ideas then mind blown
Strike to ignite the hope that floats
Beyond notes we wrote, we on road to grow!
No game, no game
Miss me w/ the bull, no aim no aim
Thru the hard times, no pain, no gain
Thru the hard times, no pain, no gain
When you look in the sky do you see all ya dreams? (Tell me what do you see?)
They questionin, pesterin mess wit him of course wtf do you mean?
Im up like a beam, clearly obscene, quality peen make her holla and scream
Follow the team and proceed to police
Caus im coppin shit, watch the wrist, it optimus
Drive by got em droppin, switch, wii got the fit
Rock the game issa cube in my pocket, bitch
Bout 64 chicks and im positive
Im a pro I control her no calculus
Calculatin her fate, the look on her face
She dont play it safe but dont make no mistake
In this place I misplace her erased like a phase
Ooo
Stock up like it came from the back
Get the biz when it wiz through the skin at the end like Im countin up a stack
Oh dip caus his drip make em slip off they shit now they wanna come back
No more lip I popped her like a zit now lil miss you want more?
Oh you like gettin snapped, if you get high wit Me, You a tough little snack
You breakin these jaws by the way that you crack
Ill show you the flaws of these niggas they wack
I pipe up and floss, Smile B Right like a fact
Bubble'n, Am I Wrong? call me Anderson Paak
Grow in the dojo, they posin like photos
Im bout to explode though, know they dont want no moe
Just give me the promo, Twist words like I roll up
Raws only no homo, Yo Gem you a PRO pro
No game, no game
Miss me w/ the bull, no aim no aim
Thru the hard times, no pain, no gain
Thru the hard times, no pain, no gain