This Ain't a Game

[Chorus]
God bless these cowards like atchoo  
Leave a sucka dead if I have to  
Pray to the lord tell him touch you  
Leave your ass dead hater fuck you  
This ain't no game better move slow  
Play with fire then you gotta go

[Verse]
Little million young G in the CPT  
West coast to the casket got the key to the street  
Straight gangster life is what these hoes tryna see  
In the hood we bring the wood like a dark oak tree  
You cross him it's mayhem better pay what you owe  
Asking for trouble get a one-way ticket home  
But it's all good where we stand like we should  
All night long in the hood where we bring the wood  

[Pre-Chorus]
Heat seeker red creeper make the blood run deep  
Coming through your speaker make your soul to weep  
About six feet where the reaper likes to sleep  
Nine millimeter sound will make your heart skip beat  

[Chorus]
God bless these cowards like atchoo  
Leave a sucka dead if I have to  
Pray to the lord tell him touch you  
Leave your ass dead hater fuck you  
This ain't no game better move slow  
Play with fire then you gotta go  

[Verse]
Ain't nobody taking mine this ain't no play  
Leave a sucka dead let the streets say my name  
Let the word get around I'll lay a man down  
If he think he better watch him kiss the ground  
They can never compete with the G on the beat  
Mountain water still bombing with the seeds I keep  
Deuce double O six make the hatas bleed  
Godfather gangster music is the life I lead  

[Chorus]
God bless these cowards like atchoo  
Leave a sucka dead if I have to  
Pray to the lord tell him touch you  
Leave your ass dead hater fuck you  
This ain't no game better move slow  
Play with fire then you gotta go  
God bless these cowards like atchoo  
Leave a sucka dead if I have to  
Pray to the lord tell him touch you  
Leave your ass dead hater fuck you  
This ain't no game better move slow  
Play with fire then you gotta go  

[End]

Moody Synthwave with Haunting Melodies and Deep Bass, female