Correction Lyrics The Game Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #147 by The Game

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Hey, yeah
Hey, it's a Hit-Boy beat, man, look
Check it out
Balenciaga shades and all

Y'all n***as got me f**ked up
N***as must think I'm Lloyd Banks or Young Buck
Don't press your dumb luck, I got my gun tucked
'Cause I don't like how n***as did Nip'
I guess it's time to show these n***as what it is, Hit
Lyrically, miracly, spiritually here in the flesh
How I'm not top 5? N***as appear to be deaf
So I throw up gang signs, you understand me now?
Keep sleeping, I'll put you where you can't be found
Where you can rest eternally and you can't hear sound
And your oldest son the head of your family now
F**k 'em, 'cause we headеd to Miami now
And it's a Hit-Boy beat, f**k a hand-me-down
No more freestyling ovеr other n***a sh*t
I'm on some bigger sh*t
Hit make the beat, then I get on some Jigga sh*t
'Cause when I hit a rock, I'm getting involved
If I gotta get a rock chain from the middle of the mall
N***a put a diamond tester to it, he gettin' hurt
If a b*t*h a**, I told him, Soulja Boy did it first
Yeah, I'm back in business
And this time I'm not leavin' till the crack diminished
Till the fentanyl dry and the veins don't stick out
And the n***a Questlove take the afro pick out
Back to my roots, freestyling to these black thoughts
Black Balenciaga, Adidas, ga**in' up the Trackhawk
Or I'm out in Paris snatching b*t*hes off the catwalk
And when I kill a pu**y, I don't even let the cat talk
Underground, underdog, sword to the asphalt
I stepped to all the dope n***as, they never seen crackwalk
Ain't no compet**ion so Kendrick went to Africa
Ain't no compet**ion, Cole went and got his baskets up
But I'm here masking up, with the masking tape
Fiends knockin' on the door, we closed, don't ask for yay
You see a Aftermath chain? Then don't ask for Dre
I'm a legend now, f**k when I pa** away
Can't put the effin' down, up, then I blast away
Break his legs, stuff his shoulders in, no casket space
Nah, I'm lying, it's just my rap alter ego
The DA listenin', tryin' to hit a thug with the RICO
Know I be with gunners, know I keep the heat close
You can't relate 'cause you ain't seen what I've seen in that peephole
So, dig a sinkhole, throw every n***a that rap in it
'Cause ever since they killed Pop Smoke, there'd been a gap in it
Throw all that cap in it, lying about the trap in it
Throw all these pu**y n***as beefin' on this, absented
And I'm abstinent, givin' no f**ks, n***a
It's all love, like I'm sittin' here with Puff, n***a
You can hate me now
But I won't stop now
I am the n***a they never mention in their hip-hop conventions
Know why? 'Cause I remind them of the trenches
So I must be Candyman of the era
N***as won't say my name in the song or the mirror
'Cause I reflect on my past and my mishaps
My right hand still where my d**k at
Middle finger up, flick that
Tell my new b*t*h, "Sniff that"
That's your best friend, I broke her off like a KitKat
Where the bricks at, nah, we ain't sellin' those
And I still f**k with Ye, but we sellin' clothes
You n***as sellin' dreams, I wake you up to a nightmare
Like me, Freddy, Jason and Michael Myers right there
There's new n***as runnin' 'round like this is su casa
Call yourself Simba? You learn from Mufasa
And I understand you think you nice and you tryin' things
But if you say you better than me, then you the lying King
Ask about me, don't clash or doubt me
I make your favorite rapper come pick up trash around me
Used to walk around New York, red rag around me
That was my DMX, dog tag around me
Never keep it twisted 'cause I keep a bag around me
I still jack rappers if they brag around me
Keep it private, everything first cla** around me
Like a Backwood, opps don't last around me
Lemon on the head of the drum, we make lemonade
One gun, plastic slug, then it disintegrate
Disappeared into the crowd like I'm in a rave
And go missin' like the crack when I'm in a raid
I do dirt like I'm in the grave, and f**k this rap sh*t
This ain't even how I'm gettin' paid
One, two, attention to the center stage
F**k you, I'm back to my killin' ways
Three, four, n***as with me, then they prolly strapped
Shoe turnin' backwards like Just' LA Dodger Hat
Trigger finger twitching, bullets spin 'em like a laundromat
Like an Internet laggin', killin' where they spawn 'em at
I'm bad for your health, you're scared to die, hypochondriac?
Pu**y n***a gets an itch, hit him with the Monistat
'Cause once we goin' in, it ain't no fallin' back
And if that Draco on my lap, you know I'm in that Donda black
Ah, extra clip with a bomb at might as well kill him if I'ma end up where Jeffrey Dahmer at, that's crazy
'Cause last night I was with Madonna with some supermodels, asking Hit where the condoms at
Sh*t, I gotta stay protected
This LA, they take your life before they take your necklace
Take the gun apart, spread the pieces, make the exit
Take the clothes off, burn 'em, then they make the exit
Look around this motherf**ker, it's like we're still in the '80s
Everybody with the sh*t, it's like a billion DaBaby's
I've been drilling for this feelin', my adrenaline's saved me
I'm the black Slim Shady, I've been killin' 'em lately
Get these n***as the f**k outta here, man
Drillmatic, August 12th, man
We ain't come to play no games, man
F**k all that (Game is here)
Nah, Game was here, I'm out

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