Ahh... Why do I even waste my time?
I've been on dating sites, tried speed dating, I've tried getting a wingman
And I simply got no game, you know what I'm sayin'?
And I got no one else to blame but myself, y'know?
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I'm feelin' fed up as I browse through a dating site
Tryna find the one lady I can call "Mrs. Right"
But all I get are frights and the ones who rhyme with "bikes"
And the ones who only wanna ride my spike for one night
I'm vexed, fuming, my patience is shot
And don't even get me started on the thot bots
Let me be clear: I'm not here to put on the "nice guy" spiel
I'm not entitled to a girl's attention, I know the deal
If I message a girl, I'm not gonna dog her
Or if I get dissed, I won't commit an Elliot Roger
But it's bad enough most girls online think I'm a scrub
All these doms be hitting me up to be their kowtowing sub
Or they think I'm packing, just cuz I'm black
Want me to bang em in front of their man - what kinda ish is that?
I try to kick a cool line, and be kind
But ghosts are the only thing I seem to find
But instead of shooting up a school, I'll just kick a rhyme to let ya know what's on my mind
And oftentimes, I find that the issue is me, cuz I'm often lame
And no dame wants a brother who got no game, know what I'm saying?
No game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, you way too lame
No, game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, that's such a shame
No game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, you way too lame
No, game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, that's such a shame
The worst part of being lame is that you're constantly cucked
Takes no effort to obstruct you from the girl you're trying to see
Take it from me, The Yangsta does this all the time
Even when I manage to impress a girl with my rhymes
But what little shine I get, he always takes
Doesn't even try to seduce the girls I date
Maybe it's my fate to be single. The thought itself hurts
But who really wants to be with an introvert?
Yangsta got finesse, looks, a car, and money
While I'm like Hev, I got nuttin' but love for ya, honey
I bet Lex is holding her head down in shame
Cuz I'm too lame to tell these girls to peep game
But it's hard when your game is outshined by another's
By a man who you often call your brother
And really, it's not that I try to little or too hard
I'm just a Charmander, while he's a Charizard
No game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, you way too lame
No, game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, that's such a shame
No game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, you way too lame
No, game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, that's such a shame
My bad, bro, I cramped your style
I stole your girl with just one smile
Man, that's awkward, cuz you're my boy
But I'm your cockblocker, I stole your joy
I know you're annoyed by the way that I flex
You'll win too, bro, I promise you're next
No need to stress, all good baby baby
When you progress, you're gonna find your lady
And she's gonna love the dumb things you say
And appreciate your silly, troll-ass ways
And as for me, karma comes full circle
Perhaps one day, I'll be in a role reversal
I'll meet somebody that makes me go cray
Then another dude pulls up, and sweeps her away
And that's just life, no one else to blame
For clowning my boy, cuz having no game
No game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, you way too lame
No, game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, that's such a shame
No game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, you way too lame
No, game (no game), No game (no game)
Bro, Vadell, man, that's such a shame
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hold up, hold up!
How you gonna hop on my track like that man?
First you steal my girls from me that I'm trying to date
Then you hop on my own track and murder me on my own shit!
Can't you let me have something for...
Man... I can't believe this shit...
Man, why you gotta do that to me, man?
I'm out, peace