Blacks, Jammz, Kozzie, P Money - Study the Game lyrics

I ride back like I'm after the father
Nothing to debate of who went harder
I've got them four reloads in a row
They're like "Blacks
You're too out of order"
They're watching me and I know they're pissed
They're like "how come he's doing this?"
Look, see, right now
Dem man are taking the piss
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Now they wanna hate me for it
And now they wanna block me for it
Won't watch nuttin'
I'll sleep right through it
Come and see me on stage and see how I do it
Getting this money
You'd have thought I was Jewish
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster


All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster

Oi, this game's been studied
Man know what I'm like when I study
Yeah, man wanna buck me on the field
No, most of them man are getting studded
Four man in the whip, no honeys
This kind of buzz don't come with no honey
Moving saucy with the samurai
I will quick-quick-chop-chop
Man are getting curried
Becuh they're not dons
They ain't in the mafia, they're not dons
I've got a few Asian man that's great
None of them MC and they ain't Mr Wong
Quick-quick-chop-chop, headtop gone
Got a few bangers and they're not songs
Daniel, my fans, they ain't locked in
Dem man are riders, they're locked on
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster

All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster

Phone's a bit low, where's my charger?
Dem man are pagans, straight informer
Studied the game, came back with a blast
You deal with Zs, I crop with the farmer
Bulletproof vest, eff that, no armour
Outside your crib, all cool in drama
Black is my ting, man's friends with karma
Go down a road, drop a box to my father
Uh, you man don't know me
Man was raised by the killers and the OGs
On top of that, my nigga, I'm an OG
You can't phone me cause you're a phony
Yeah, so eff what they say
We make Ps, we all get paid
We do shows, we all work stage
I told you before, it's no minimum wage
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster

Yo, Kozzie, I preed the game
Fuck what you thought
Fuck what you heard, dead all the talk
Do I think MCs hate me? Of course
Why? Cause
I jumped in the game with thoughts
If I hear anybody talking sideways
Then I will put an MC on pause
I'll come to your studio, pull out the AUX
Send for the bodybag, pull out the chalk
And tell the coroner to
Come collect your corpse
Every other day, a next my man's born
Last year, man was giving MCs life
This year, man's gonna pull out the corn
You can ask Spooky, you can ask Tiats
And if you still don't believe me, ask Courts
For the past two years, I've been on form
When I touch radio, everyting's more

All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster
All I did was study the game
And come back a little bit harder
Some try do it like me but that's a disaster