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Take my gold chain off to get a platinum cross I make the whole game scoff when I attack the thoughts Of any rappin' god, then I crack my knuckles Write a vapid song, respect the tracks I hustle Try to write a double, make it a triple I'm in and out of any situation, leave with a pistol I keep it civil, any single nation droppin' a single to signal slayin' While I scribble little bits of my riddles, so get to prayin' I'm the individual stickin' ya'll into critical condition Pen or pencil, I'm rippin', call this my pinnacle, so listen Minor incisions into your ear like spittin' images, you envision precision air strikes Hitting onto your posse, your fam and label Call me cocky, mad or fatal, I'm stickin' cats in thе cradle Y'all seein' black like I'm Vader, chokin' thе life right outta you Feel the force of my pen and paper, you're broken, how's it feel? I got my eyes on the game You motherfuckers got your eyes on me (Don't look my way) Everything now 'bout to change When I come back, you are gonna believe I got my eyes on the game You motherfuckers got your eyes on me (Don't say my name) Everything now 'bout to change When I come back, you are gonna believe (Look, look) Oh, how the tables turned on this turntable Letras de cancionesThere was certain fables, spread around They said you need a cane because you weren't able To navigate and walk around the game, you couldn't work stable Birthed labels, made a fuckin' gang, but we'll emerge angels We'll burn bridges, make a path from the ash up underneath A firmer grip, shake a hand, but what you have up in your sleeve? Claim the land and put a flag up with a statue of us three Self-aggrandize long as grand eyes look at me, but see You barely satisfactory, I loathe you, the saddest factory Of all the trash and whack sixteens, how'd you end up matched to me? See, I'm a glass of water and all you is a match to me The reason fuckers dip out before I dunk 'em down, actually It's truly blasphemous, but it's gettin' dodged And I know that 'cause I know the homies blast for me when I'm gone Get took out by a maggot in a mask, and you finna draw 'Cause, bitch, you tried to clap me and you still couldn't get applause Now go get lost, bitch I got my eyes on the game You motherfuckers got your eyes on me (Don't look my way) Everything now 'bout to change When I come back, you are gonna believe I got my eyes on the game You motherfuckers got your eyes on me (Don't say my name) Everything now 'bout to change When I come back, you are gonna believe (Look, look) From Letras Mania