Meek Mill, Vory - Think It’s a Game lyrics

It's too much, too much, too much, yeah
Tell ’em, ayy

Girl, just leave me in silence
Just got a call from all my niggas
Said they still 'bout it
Closest homie turned his back
We gotta kill 'bout it
Even though it hurt my soul
Act like I don’t care about it
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit
I was rich before this rap shit
Fuck a caption
And your nigga said he want action
So he get clapped quick
Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt
'cause he an actress and I'm a savage
Pussy, hmm

Think it's a game until they holdin'
Onto your brains and shit, do you?
Ayy think it's a game, nothin' do you?
Think it’s a game, yeah

My homie turned his back on me
I don’t know how to feel about it
'Cause I get deep in my feelings
And I won’t kill 'bout it
'Cause niggas be knowin' my business
And don’t be real solid i got rеal problems
Made my list for the hoеs that flex
Went back and still popped them
Coon been holding this shit down ten
Went in my will bout' it
Ain't seen my cousin like six months
But still gon' drill 'bout him
He in those trenches and I can't act
Like I don't care 'bout it this shit a war
Nigga, I'm the plug
Ain't no extension cord
Headshots soon as I spin the block
Fuck you sent 'em for?
Like you ain't know we stand on opps
Sent 'em to the Lord
Look 'em in they eyes 'til they die
Without no feelings for 'em

Yeah i done seen a couple M's at 22
Nigga who the fuck is you?
You say you got shooters with you?
Well, I got shooters too
All my niggas missin' screws
All they know is shoot
He a killer but is aim off
So we must recruit
That niggas tryin' me and mob
Bitch I'm tyin' boots, yeah
They tellin' everything but the truth
Don't need no soldiers talkin' for me
Baby I'm a troop
Done named my shooter Stephen Curry
All he know is shoot, yeah
I'm talkin' close range
Say your niggas out here wildin'
We on the same thing, yeah
We on the same thing
His pain is my pain, we got the same pain

Glock 40 help me, sleep better
Know where you live, know where I live
So we could creep better go get your gun
I make my gun turn you to three letters
And have your soul forever rest in peace
No, we better than that
New Berettas and MACs new vendettas attached
And we can't never get back
Now you can never relax
You gotta forever be strapped, pussy
In the valleys of the shadows of death
Will the reaper be regained?
We never pressed to play them
Clubs on the weekend 'cause that's
Gon' lead us only
Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil'
Niggas that's beneath us
Probably ain't even eatin'
That's lose-lose
We kill ten of y'all, we ain't even either
You niggas jealous

You just left me in silence
Just got a call from all my niggas
Said they still 'bout it
Closest homie turned his back
We gotta kill 'bout it
Even though it hurt my soul
Act like I don't care about it
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit
I was rich before this rap shit
Fuck a caption
And your nigga said he want action
So he get clapped quick
Fuck around and name that nigga Brad Pitt
'cause he an actress and I'm a savage
Pussy, hmm

Think it's a game until they holdin'
Onto your brains and shit, do you?
Ayy think it's a game, nothin' do you?
Think it's a game, yeah