Pak-Man - Game Time lyrics
[Pak-Man - Game Time lyrics]
You was on the fence, shoulda picked a side
Chicks staring at my wrist
Till they're hypnotised
I ain't spitting lies, look me in my eyes
All my hittas ride, all my dinners fly
My whole set lit, gotta get rich
Life been hectic, now my Patek drip
In twenty-four hours I make bread flip
More money, more powder than Nesquik
Take a look at my environment
All my bruddas on ends flying 'em
Heated floors inside the crib
Heated seats inside the Bеnz
A lot of rappers plastic like fives and tеns
Live on the streets
You're just live on your IG
Girl in the sheets
Earlier she wanna fight me
You was in the courtroom singing like Tyrese
Might grab a Porsche soon
And upgrade my timepiece
Remember nights, electric on emergency
Now my jacket Burberry
People show me courtesy
Free my hittas locked in the system
I'm constantly dripping
Tryna put my family in a proper position
See the drops that I'm whipping
Can't stop the tradition
And I need that crib
It's gonna cost me a million
Hit something up but you only shot a civilian
Work with a brudda
Don't give a fuck what's his religion
I'm really in the game, no EA Sports
Imagine what I get it in PK for
Lot of ups and downs, it's the life we live
Cash up front like a striker is
Stacking money up, go buy a crib
Plugged in like a Fire stick
Writ off my last Merc, I was kinda pissed
Had to go home and light a spliff
Minor setbacks and major comebacks
If you're really in the T
Then where your funds at?
Gotta stack cash, can't backtrack
Can't put my whole life on my Snapchat
Risking my neck, things I did for the set
Helped you out, you were quick to forget
Made a change in the hood but
Things don't change in the hood
Now the crib's got gates in the woods
Chicks staring at my wrist
Till they're hypnotised
I ain't spitting lies, look me in my eyes
All my hittas ride, all my dinners fly
My whole set lit, gotta get rich
Life been hectic, now my Patek drip
In twenty-four hours I make bread flip
More money, more powder than Nesquik
Take a look at my environment
All my bruddas on ends flying 'em
Heated floors inside the crib
Heated seats inside the Bеnz
A lot of rappers plastic like fives and tеns
Live on the streets
You're just live on your IG
Girl in the sheets
Earlier she wanna fight me
You was in the courtroom singing like Tyrese
Might grab a Porsche soon
And upgrade my timepiece
Remember nights, electric on emergency
Now my jacket Burberry
People show me courtesy
Free my hittas locked in the system
I'm constantly dripping
Tryna put my family in a proper position
See the drops that I'm whipping
Can't stop the tradition
And I need that crib
It's gonna cost me a million
Hit something up but you only shot a civilian
Work with a brudda
Don't give a fuck what's his religion
I'm really in the game, no EA Sports
Imagine what I get it in PK for
Lot of ups and downs, it's the life we live
Cash up front like a striker is
Stacking money up, go buy a crib
Plugged in like a Fire stick
Writ off my last Merc, I was kinda pissed
Had to go home and light a spliff
Minor setbacks and major comebacks
If you're really in the T
Then where your funds at?
Gotta stack cash, can't backtrack
Can't put my whole life on my Snapchat
Risking my neck, things I did for the set
Helped you out, you were quick to forget
Made a change in the hood but
Things don't change in the hood
Now the crib's got gates in the woods