"FUN & GAMES" lyrics
What's a high-value man to a buss down, Black Pierre Woodman
I let her fuck around and find out
Next movie in the Grindhouse
Never fell off but still had to climb out
My pain sound beautiful; me and Amy Winehouse
Slow-dance with your corpse after I pull your spine out
My mind's out
I mean my flow's insane
Changing lanes off that pink cocaine
Prince in '96, the unspeakable name
Explain the unexplained
Your vocabulary too limited
To describe an inter-dimensional spirits with
You can feel the drip
Bars, boy, you can hear the spit
'Cause this the year for lyricists
Haters wanna son me
Ladies want a son from me
I just want the mic and the money
Dummy
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
What you make in a whole year is somebody's pocket change
I'm on the roof of the New York Stock Exchange
Standing on business
Jump off—one knee touch concrete
Landed like a superhero on Wall Street
Still standing on business—
We don't play nice
I'm fentanyls playwright
The way I slay mics
Run it up, run it back—Ray Rice
Yesterday's price is not today's price
You clout chase first
Then pout, the truth hurts
You want that Kendrick Lamar verse for that K Dot purse
Huh? You want that Eminem Show
For that B Rabbit dough
Fuck no!
Absolutely not
The fuckery must stop—no Basquiat, nigga
Let the hoes spill tea—we pour out malt liquor
Eat poor people caviar—boiled eggs
Dirty dead prez turn to sourdough bread
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
It was at that moment, he knew, he fucked up
I let her fuck around and find out
Next movie in the Grindhouse
Never fell off but still had to climb out
My pain sound beautiful; me and Amy Winehouse
Slow-dance with your corpse after I pull your spine out
My mind's out
I mean my flow's insane
Changing lanes off that pink cocaine
Prince in '96, the unspeakable name
Explain the unexplained
Your vocabulary too limited
To describe an inter-dimensional spirits with
You can feel the drip
Bars, boy, you can hear the spit
'Cause this the year for lyricists
Haters wanna son me
Ladies want a son from me
I just want the mic and the money
Dummy
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
What you make in a whole year is somebody's pocket change
I'm on the roof of the New York Stock Exchange
Standing on business
Jump off—one knee touch concrete
Landed like a superhero on Wall Street
Still standing on business—
We don't play nice
I'm fentanyls playwright
The way I slay mics
Run it up, run it back—Ray Rice
Yesterday's price is not today's price
You clout chase first
Then pout, the truth hurts
You want that Kendrick Lamar verse for that K Dot purse
Huh? You want that Eminem Show
For that B Rabbit dough
Fuck no!
Absolutely not
The fuckery must stop—no Basquiat, nigga
Let the hoes spill tea—we pour out malt liquor
Eat poor people caviar—boiled eggs
Dirty dead prez turn to sourdough bread
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
It's all fun and games 'til somebody get hurt
Nigga crash out, then them nigga get murked
It was at that moment, he knew, he fucked up
Writer(s): Johntá Moore Austin
