Bars (火星) (Explicit) - The Game (Jayceon)

Written by：The Game

This that sick rap kick back

Come to where I pitch at

Where b**ches love The Game like Tyson Beckford six pack

Presidential Rollie ni**a where your wrist at

I can kill you in four bars that's a Kit Kat

Did the Lambo my way with a sick wrap

Smooth as Frank Sinatra with a motherf**king slick back

No rats in my pack ain't no wrinkles in my slacks

Counting singles in my Shaqs

Stacking pringles from the crack

Ni**a I was on the bus with it

Had 12 stuck to my chest in the field with the colt

Andrew Luck with it

We had the rock hit the block like what's up with it

Jay was in the Z my young gunnas in the truck with it

Sigel would've loved it Philly would've f**ked with it

California state property you *s stuck with it

Brrrring sold Peddi Crakk

Game was on the block in his beanie with a Mac

I'm what you rap *s 'fraid of

A compton ni**a that could go bar for bar with Jada

Let me tell you who suck like banana Now or Laters

Blac Chyna head the bomb al-Qaeda

Listen you want beef I'll cater

Game snap on everything he like a f**king wild gator

Silver and black Ghost ni**a that's AL Davis

Give me Left Eye back take Fetty Wap and the Raiders

The Rams is back them bullets getting tossed

16 on your back like you f**king Jeff Goff

Your man acting girly too put 30 on his chest

Kanye shrug b**ch welcome to the west

YG Nipsey and Kendrick yea check

Shout 'em out I just do it like a f**king Nike rep

Bentley truck Chuck with the Henny cupped up

Don't get me f**ked up you see the semi tucked duck

Pass the Goose where them duck ducks

These hoes foaming at the mouth they got penny f**ked up

I'm 'bout to poke 'em like a cactus

Told that b**ch to roll the Philly for the game

And she talking about practice

The Maybach is A.I

Artificial intelligence motherf**ker that's Junior Seau

All my doors suicide I'm in Vegas shoot the five

Tell the dealer pay me don't be shy he ain't from Do or Die

Now do you wanna ride back seat of my Caddy

Used to flip them pies ain't no relation to Patti

And I move Ps ain't no relation to Swaggy

Before that it was missing teeth and nickle sack baggies

That's caine no daddy cause I ain't really have one

And you can't call yourself d**e if you ain't never bag none

I'm the old DMX you *s Drag-On

Game raw as f**k like poking holes in the Magnum

Used to ether the *s in all of my 16s

Now I scare 'em once a year like I'm f**king halloween

This ain't a dream ni**a hurricane a nightmare

Stab you in your sleep and smack your baby out his highchair

Your daddy was a b**ch I had to do it

I ain't need no ski mask to do it

Murder is rihanna and I'm attracted to it

Name a state I'll send a package through it

If the fed hack into it they get bossed on like I'm Massachusetts

Sitting in this Maybach with music

Your head is like Mustard beat and I'll put the ratchet to it

Party sent my jackas to it

Drama bring the Mac into it

And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it

Gold on my neck I make your b**ch put her back into it

Usain Bolt if you bring a real track into it

Another classic moving the way to Aftermath to do it

Dre had the Chronic and I did was put the matches to it

Traffic moving backwards through it

Ever since I had the Buick

Known for putting cheese on *s heads the way the Packers do it

And I had the yay yea I brought crack to music

Every situation in rap I've been a savage through it

And all these hoes getting mad cause I'm smashing through 'em

They can get a ring one day if the Cavs can do it

Be Lebron b**ch I'm Jayceon b**ch

Who else you seen parked at the swap meet in James Bond sh*t

Another foreign car driven by a convict

Aventador matte black Akon lips

Nas ether *s game napalm sh*t

*s say my name I pop up like the state farm b**ch

No ni**a can see me on or off TV

Gun by them Yeezys I'm the 6' 5 eazy

Lightsking b**ches be mad and talking greasy

I'm a start f**king them Dej Loafs and Dreezy's

I'm a start beefing with Cole Drizzy and Cornrow Kenny

Or you could pick your favorite rapper

And he gon' be pouring out Henny

I got a b**ch from Minne-Apolis pack a semi

Bang the ratchet at Denny's and fly herself back to Philly

She got a couple mill and she don't even know meek

And ever since that ni**a snitched on me we just don't speak

See that sh*t you got with Drake is like a slow leak

Blood'll be dripping like Niagara if I poke Meek

Nicki won't get no sleep I'm coming through at 4 a.m

Four deep to leave his dead body on the soaked sheets

It could happen lowkey

You better have Ross call me

Or you gon' be eye level with a roach feet

This ain't a diss ni**a

This is all lives matter except this ni**a's

This 1992 sh*t ain't no new sh*t

We in that all black you won't know who Blood and who Crip

With guns big enough to sink a f**king cruise ship

F**k around and be a news clip with them loose lips

My ni**a Drizzy packed you out and you ain't do sh*t

This the Golden State and my shooters ain't on no hoop sh*t

Ni**a you know that I'll snap you like a toothpick

And snitching on *s ain't never been no cool sh*t

And I've been wanting to give nicki this pool stick

So tell your lil' vibrant thing come f**k with Q-Tip

We know where you live ni**a you better move quick

And start thinking twice about who you hop in the coupe with