"Dead Game" lyrics
Boldy James & RichGains Lyrics
"Dead Game"
(feat. Sir Michael Rocks & Sammy Haig)
[Boldy James:]
Never changing, living like a homicide
Rolling out, we dead gaming, really 'bout that homicide
Loaded up, one in the chamber, ready 'fore that drama slide
No love for the other side, bleed your block and flee before the cops arrive
Never changing, living like a homicide
Rolling out, we dead gaming, really 'bout that homicide
Loaded up, one in the chamber, ready 'fore that drama slide
No love for the other side, bleed your block and flee before the cops arrive
Say she stay worried 'bout me, 'cause what I do for a living
She fell in love with a killer but I value her opinion
'Cause we have something different than what I found in other women
They were sparking up an interest but my heart just wasn't in it
Had to take that shit to trial, brodie caught up with the witness
They kick while I was down like he exhausted then he finished
Had to walk these niggas down, niggas heartless and they vicious
'Cause I come from a town where we don't talk it, we don't live it
Ain't nobody safe and sound when them cartridges dispensing
Have your mommy breaking down, I know it's hard for her to live with
The thought one of her children, one day, somebody'll kill em
Was once a part of me but now that part of me is missing
She chose to part ways, I couldn't part with her decision
Left here with heartbreak and pain all that I've been feeling
Was starving with my niggas, now it's marble on the ceiling
I'm arguable the realest slash hardest ever did it, let's get it
Never changing, living like a homicide
Rolling out, we dead gaming, really 'bout that homicide
Loaded up, one in the chamber, ready 'fore that drama slide
No love for the other side, bleed your block and flee before the cops arrive
Never changing, living like a homicide
Rolling out, we dead gaming, really 'bout that homicide
Loaded up, one in the chamber, ready 'fore that drama slide
No love for the other side, bleed your block and flee before the cops arrive
[Sir Michael Rocks:]
Got skeletons in the closet that we can never revive
I remember we was at the old crib, measuring pies
Glass table with the wood legs, stretching em, good sex
Every day was extra, showing up at functions drunk
Punching in the numbers on them cars and we got em off
Head to Neiman's, head to Bergdorf, head to shopping malls
Let's play a game of "0cop it all, the winner buying dinner
For whoever didn't spend enough, hit the tell then we (Ugh)
That was the cycle baby, we was locked in
But all that flexing make the cops fans
They from out South, they rock with Sox fans
I seen 'em in all black sitting in that block van
I cross my heart, cut my palm open and then we lock hands
Now say it with me, from this point and forevermore, it's you and I
Just tell me baby, if you take the stand, tell me you would lie
If they came and ask you questions, will you dance? Do you know the script
If you know to tell 'em that I was out of town when that wire hit?
Know how to get the ethereum out of the wallet when you hiding it
Delete all them Korean movie apps off of the Firestick
So when I'm stationary, then I'll hit you
Couldn't live without you, I'd rather die with you, obvious
[Boldy James:]
Never changing, living like a homicide
Rolling out, we dead gaming, really 'bout that homicide
Loaded up, one in the chamber, ready 'fore that drama slide
No love for the other side, bleed your block and flee before the cops arrive
Never changing, living like a homicide
Rolling out, we dead gaming, really 'bout that homicide
Loaded up, one in the chamber, ready 'fore that drama slide
No love for the other side, bleed your block and flee before the cops arrive
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album:
"Indiana Jones" (2023)
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