"Game Of The Century" lyrics

Devon Hendryx Lyrics

"Game Of The Century"

Uhh, yeah, yeah, uh

Mm, fresh and early, gotta get the money
Baby girl, excourse me, earn my check
Done a pack of loose leaf (Yeah), for playin' MacBook
And the mic that suits me (What?)
Sweet mother Mary and Joe Jean
My chain heavy, gotta take off or some niggas get testy
Taxin' death the guarantee
But I can't die and you will never IRS me
I remember at the age of 13 gettin' to the cake
And licking the bowl clean
Big City dreams, East Side story (Word)
Unclaimed bags and nobody to store me (Uh, yeah)
Still young looking 40, I don't need a fake ID, nigga
All the guards ignore me (Check)
The big man o' campist
And never made it past the pass the SATs, ah! (Yeah)
When it's pouring rain (Ha), looking up the sky
Tryna keep my sayin' (Word)
"Weatherman, what's the forecast today?" (I don't know)
"Skinny with a chance of fame" yeah, I like that
One answer, exorcist, I have a beautiful experience on ecstasy (Yeah)
Bad ho's tryna get next to me, but I don't why they're approaching me
'Cause back when I didn't have a pot to pee (Word)
Working for a check, I had the squint to see (Ho, nigga)
I can't never hope for a ten or a nine
A seven was too fine, so I shot for the fives
Now, non like my kind (Word)
Birthday suit went in all black tie
Shoot for the moon, don't mind the sky
If you miss you're a star, if you land you die, yeah
(Check) yeah!

Ahh, haha
Uh, uh, uh, one heart, one mind (One mind!)
Two claps for playing on dime
One more if you play by the rules
Another one if you love what you do
One more if you think that you're crazy
You wanna work but you're far too lazy (Yeah!)
Four more if you're insecure! (Yeah!)
Good job round of applause
The baby steps on the road to safety (Yeah)
I can't help myself, need someone that pays me
On the trip to recovery
They say I'm crazy, but, I don't think I'm crazy enough
I got a lil' leftover for when Michael died (Word)
I'm supposed to be the same in G decides, right? (Right?)
So dear Lord, I've sinned
I'm snortin' lines again!
Sick back, kick back, the water's fine
Yo, it feels like a sip of wine and reclaim (Chill out yo, chill out, haha)
I don't know, I don't know, yo (Check)
Day too dipsy, I lost my mind
Because I walk around
Tryna show blue to blinds (Blinds)
I left for the touch of a healthy life
And I don't say too much, like my talking mind
I don't sleep; I crawl in bed and die in the sheets
Wake up, chill, relax, and repeat
Is it my time? I feel like I should leave
But I go hard regardless
I'm on a gunfight and I come out scarless
But you ride through my neighborhood
You come out carless and careless
So go and tell the truth, you're dareless
Tickin' time, tickin' time, I could bear this
Yellow light, red, like I could care less (Word)
Speed right 'round and the nice sounds feels in
I'm goin' green at the STOP signs
Because we all say things at the same time
(Because we all say things at the same time)
(Because we all say things at the same time-time-time)