nine You robbed a nigga blind I had too much juice, I cut my boosters loose I was intreagued with the pimp game Took on the ice-name but the pimp game
Homeboy, why don't you talk about somethin' You just talkin' loud and sayin' nothin' And if you get mad, sorry brother And when you're in L.A., watch your colors
rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High rollers', and 'Colors' just to prove That I could kick game
Uh Uh huh, uh huh Look (Drake: Verse 1) I let the beat bang I don't claim colors Honestly, the honesty is why the game love us My women either centerfolds
Memphis, Tennessee, my cousins, my dad The simplistic beauty that all of them Southerners have I'm halfway across the world with dozens of bags Feelin' like all four members of Color
time reintroduce my wealth At the same time rejuvenate the game It's for my ol' dog niggas that shoots the 'caine Now, what my B-dawg said, I respect the game
should invest now. Soccer moms need to organize a pep rall. Your game over bitch Gatorade, wet towel. Mother fuckers ain't ready, They never been. As long as I am in the game
with some money should invest now Soccer mom needs to organize a pep rall' You game over bitch, Gatorade, wet towel Muthafuckers ain't ready, they neva' been As long as I am in the game
executive branch, get a whiff of this black car, sack a dank high school n-gga what the f-ck you think I'm passing all my classes with flying colors and
wanna love you but I don't know why The morning colors you blue In the night you're the king of taboo Though you never could explain What's your game
s starry eyed And everybody knows Oh, everybody's starry eyed And my body goes So we burst into colors Colors and carousels Fall head first Like paper planes and playground games
game and overcame, let's hear it for him Keep a new toy, so, I wonder how could I not enjoy life, I'm re-living my childhood Big chain monsta, whip game
any other way Yeah, gun play burning loves the one die Makes me cry some days Lawless, riding backwards on a one way The color flawless, bitch I reek
be okay All my life been po' but it really don't matter no mo' And they wonder why we act this way, Nappy Roots gon' be okay, okay We came in the game
six blocks I sip shots, watchin' 'em hustlers pitch rocks All you paintin' pictures of my pain, illustrate the city in vain Fallin' deep into the pits of the game
to sex don't test my skills 'Cause my head game have you head over heels Give a nigga the chills, have him pay my bills Buy a matching Lambos with the same color
wrong words bitch and you will get touched I'm back on the scene my favorite color is green I'm buildin' a empire, got a whole new team Pimp game is
Walk in your shoes Never mind much Color of my skin won't tell of how I've been Shouldn't we rather than Supposin' 'bout my name (Suppose) Supposin' 'bout my game