Game of Death

And that's just how it goes I'm still winning Telling me Imma die on this level? I'm still living Shit Not a pacifist but I'll pass a fist Through your cranium make it feel like glass And if you try to challenge just understand you're in my path Okay okay okay I'm sweating bullets But I keep it moving Kind of like me her and Kamasutra I'll blow right through ya Man that suits you My life ain't shit with the strings they pulling You ain't striving the f*ck is you doing? (Get on my level bruh) The f*ck is you doing. Game of death floor by floor Make my way up like it's the last thing I live for So I put my burdens on my back Smoke a quick sack Zip my gear up Then I'm through the door Bitch life is short Do what I want You cannot push me I got the force Luke in the gut Quick on my feet You can never catch me slipping I'm quick as a theif Cannot compete Never slow even when I'm smoking refer Catch this ether Fly by you at light speed Call 911 He's having a seizure I am a Wolf run with a a pack of dogs that'll do more than woof And I don't need fur to look more than elegant I can get nasty like fucking Bellatrix For the hell of it Imma rage Better yet f*ck the game I'm sick of celibacy Jealousy that I'm nobody's bitch You fucking pissed that they can't pimp me Rollin Ridin Dirty but the feds can't catch me Can't test me no threats don't affect me F*ck a sinner I'm here for God's blessing I'm only came to win either that or the death of me And the girl you with she wanna dissect me She sent a text I left her ass on read b And that's just how it goes I'm still winning Telling me Imma die on this level? I'm still living Shit Not a pacifist but I'll pass a fist Through your cranium make it feel like glass And if you try to challenge just understand you're in my path