Rice4eveR - The game God (feat. Sly Russ Jr) Lyrics

Unh, trap time, hood hut, K in the chimney
Fiendin' for the nightfall with the slim jimmy
Standin' by the corner
Shootin' dice, drinkin' Remy
Gas price high, but this knock is for the Hemi
Some might be cool, but most dudes like gimme
See most of these lazy f*cks meme like Jimmy
The hood niggas throwin' go fast in they dope
Got knocks like no soap... Please! Only coke
The same dude claim he chipped the brick
But he lyin'. Claim it's clean
But it's stretch'd with fentanyl... Niggas dyin'
Order a pack of test off the web, then you check
If it come back clean
Then you shave down the rest
The game's not play fair, code got broken
You f*ck me like that
I'm leavin' head busted open
Everything gettin' pricey
But we finna keep it rollin'
Sold not told... University of East Oakland

Yo shit got rough at times
But in the end the game God chose me
The game God blessed me, yeah we all agree
That we from the same game god family
Yeet yeah, yeet yeah
When the game god lock you up
You show respect... it might set you free
Show respect to the game God, bend the knee
Respect the game
The game God respect you back... That's the key

2023, 20 year anniversary
Coke, white tee, blue jeans, that's Copium
Back when Keak had that fire
Nigga, I was the plug, In the skreet all night
I wasn't f*cking with the club
Some J-cats got jealous of my shine
And didn't like me
If it wasn't police, then it's cats tryna' fight me
I don't know why, I was cool as a fox
Had enough turf love, bitch I didn't have to box
My guys from high street'll be on your stoop
Pop balls at your basket, bitch Alley oop
Old school vet like my jacket say true
Old school vette drop C6 coupe
Got the old school money, no new blue money
But I'll take that too dude, I don't shoo money
And I'll never blow bread on a bitch, that's stupid
Got a master the P on Mia x, that's tru shit

Yo shit got rough at times
But in the end the game God chose me
The game God blessed me, yeah we all agree
That we from the same game god family
Yeet yeah, yeet yeah
When the game god lock you up
You show respect... it might set you free
Show respect to the game God, bend the knee
Respect the game
The game God respect you back... That's the key

I followed the rules, observe every little detail
You coddled your boo
That's why I wiggle with your female
I'm confident, speak well, and smell like Bugari
My confidence peaks, well you failed cause you tardy
I'm hardly in the mix, but I dip for the chips dude
Take what I want and leave crumbs to sift through
It's Riff Rude first, and Sly Russ second
Same dude, same moves, just different perception
Connection is key like a wifi password
Perfecting the speech for hard tides like pastors
Faster than most, toast to the quotes and send her
You gon' dash to the doe? Fasho
Leave her broke, and bend her
Render what I can. It's for that man to love her
Remember the plan is to get grands and dust her
Thug her... don't touch her
Leave her body for them tricks
That's what the game god taught me
Made a hobby out that shit

Yo shit got rough at times
But in the end the game God chose me
The game God blessed me, yeah we all agree
That we from the same game god family
Yeet yeah, yeet yeah
When the game god lock you up
You show respect... it might set you free
Show respect to the game God, bend the knee
Respect the game
The game God respect you back... That's the key