Juice WRLD - Game (Full Version) (Unreleased)

Let’s play a game, big bank, take a lil’ bank Let’s play a game, sniper, I got range She play games, she hyper, she love cocaine She gimme brain, I like it I got the touch like Midas She wanna fuck, I might I’m full off of food, got the Itis It’s been a long day, I’m tired But I’ll make it ride like a bike I told her her friends are invited Fuck ’em off codeine, I tried it Ask if you think I’m lying Just give me a stage and a mic, I bet I turn into Mike I beat it up like I’m Ike, right, I beat it up like I’m Ike VVS, shit like a nightlight, but you niggas ain’t that bright Your bitch wanna fuck, lucky for you, she ain’t my type Young nigga comin’ to fight, right, but I got the pipe right Green bean, money like limelight, shoot when the time’s right Bad bitch say that she only like girls, what would she do for a Klondike? Hit it from the back in the back of a Bentley truck while she eat a blonde dyke Ya’ dig? (Brain) Ya’ dig? (Nah, keep that shit) Let me cut to the chase, razor blade to the face I take lean just to sleep, Adderall when I’m awake Run up on me catch the heat, put that .40 to your face I don’t never use no pencil, but you can get erased I got lean on deck, talking dumb get a ’Tec Actin’ foul where’s the ref’ I think he deserve a tech Ooh, bitches breakin’ bad like I said that’s crystal meth Ooh, had to break her heart she ain’t come right I left her left Did that shit right by myself, I put that in retrospect Pull up on me you get hit, choppa probably take yo’ breath Shoot yo’ bitch right in her breast, don’t give a fuck at all, yeah All I know is Kobe Bryant, all I know is ball, yeah Count up the money it’s all there, deadly like an electric chair Pull up on him I let it off, click clack let it go, I don’t care I’m in the cut, oh yeah, she wanna fuck, let’s go I don’t trust her, they gon’ treat me like I’m Metro Let the big pill like legos She say I got a big ego I told her please, let go like some ... Catch up, I told her to catch up I’ma head in the foreign No, they cannot catch us That nigga gon’ need backup I may asthma attack ‘em I ain’t no battle rapper, I never battle rappers None of this shit gon’ matter, when we dead, yeah None of this shit gon’ matter, when a bullet in your head, yeah Big bad wolf, huh, looking for little red, yeah You get hooked like a pirate at his hand, yeah Can’t be stopped, rollie watch can’t be He get shot, where’s my glock? That’s your ho, I’ll see her in hell, just to let you know Send ‘em packs through the mail, they on go Lean, lean, lean, got me slow Pop a bean, -ean, it’s an overdose Yo lil bitch a mean, mean, she a neat freak Put her in some white sheets, had to [?] Skeet and then I leave, foreign go beep-beep This a foreign, this ain’t OG I just switched cars, bought a new one last week Feel like Usain Bolt, and run like track meets You see what happens when me in the track meet Flex so goddamn hard, rockstar athlete I’ma count the money, don’t you like a math geek? It’s gon’ take a couple million to surpass me, huh Maybe a couple more, huh Bitch, you’re so fake, boy your bitch like folklore It can’t get no clearer See her face in the frame of the picture Backwood rolling, I ain’t fucking with swishers You’re all on my mind, yeah you know that I miss her Make her disappear like a wizard I convince that is over She asked me what’s in my bookbag See the visine and sea of percocets She asked who all on my tour bus I tell her bad hoes, good drugs, and perfectness It’s a vibe, right? VVS so bright, it’s a night light If I stick it out the window, make the night bright Stevie Wonder probably come get back his eyesight, ya dig? I fuck your bitch in the back of the movies I’m in the cut and I’m totin’ a uzi It got a clip, shoot a movie like Clooney In the midnight air, kinda lonely here I’on need no friends, ’cause friends ain’t real I love the drugs, I love the pills They call me a druggy, ’cause I take pills yeah, yeah, people ain’t real Only care ’bout your money, they don’t care how you feel But I’d rather walk the lonely road, not the phony road Walk the lonely road, that’s the only road These people ain’t real, not the phony road, walk the lonely road that’s the only road These people ain’t real Fake facade, hate to love, but love to lie Tie your hands and crucify Scrutinize, who am I? to talk, but hey, I’m on the other side They hate to love and hate to live, but love to lie And if they tell you they your friends, they’re in disguise I don’t think they’re real, I don’t think they love much I don’t think they feel, I been trying to join them I been taking pills, trying to avoid the feels But I got a big heart,