K-Rino - Strong Game lyrics

Come on, haha haha ha
What is this? Strong game
Strong game, strong game, strong game
Let's go

I got that strong game
Better not catch you rolling the wrong lane
I'm so long, man
That I name drop my own name
Mob boss, silence folks
Lift ya like a pot of dope
Style kaleidoscope
Boy you shady as a college coach
To get your whole crew swept 'cause you slept
Me, I'm smooth enough to stand
On one foot and two-step
I might hit ya with this scripture then
I ain't gon' worry with ya
This game I'ma take it over
Like a blurry picture
The lyric-stealer convicter, my
Dope curriculum, who could pass?
Stupid lad
You in a English class tryna do the math
Super bad
Show you how the old school do their ass
Run up on a pack of
Young rappers and their ass
Leaving heathen rappers believing teaching
With perfect meaning satan can't possess me
I spit a verse and convert the demon
We the same but we different, listen fast
In a skill race I'm never
Last and you never last
I'm just tryna have loot
Rappin' for the grassroots
I'll break my foot up in ya
Ass with a glass boot
I'm great indeed but it seem
Like they ain't takin' heed
Fakers breed, forget your hairline
I make your face recede my game is strong
Been that way since I came along
Now my brain is warm, you want beef
I got an angus for 'em
Beat ya from sideways, forward or reverse
Construct my house and build the
Second floor before the first
You're not yet at the number
Of pages I blessed
The people trust me like I was the process
It's like a belt when my sequences are felt
So unguardable
I started playing defense on myself
Got a all around shine that'll
Make a man blind
Advanced mind, I'll email you from a landline
Wouldn't go see you for three bucks
All of your beats suck
Me I'm in the streets
Doing donuts in a Brink's truck
Rappers reluctant to speak much
Posting that weak stuff
But, I think deep enough to make
The West and East touch shadow be clutch
K is the bigger threat while
You quick to flex
I be knowing what you 'bout
To say like predictive text
They get depressed when I raise
To the next stage
Social media has created the instant mess-age
Everybody gossiping
Poppin' off on they ex page
Using it to display ignorantly expressed ways
I label you secondary, I'm primary
Phones still ringing
I stay booked like libraries
Remember these clever similes and metaphors
They ready for war
Boys is lower than credit scores
It'll be easy defeating this punk
Kill your career faster than a
Black celebrity meeting with Trump
I go to new lengths
My days is spent tryna pursue rent
The blueprint, I charge $50 for my two cents
Watch your mouth, I am not your seed
Boy please
How you the GOAT and you ain't got no cheese?
I make 'em while I'm mobbin' for bread
Spit with no beat and people
Still bobbin' their head
And it's amazing how I keep
Winning like Nick Saban i'm brazen
Playing dirty as if I quit bathing
Unsurpassable battler
My mic hand shakes like a rattler
So when I rap, I get madder than Jim Adler
Hoping I let you slide
For your ignorant trash
But see I'm like a ball hog
I'll never give you a pass
You talkin' big from a distance but I
Knew you was the type to runnin'
When I'm in your face
You wanna leave like a psycho comin'