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letra de game time - sahib

[verse 1: sahib]

listen up, you better leave brethren
the brain inside my heads the key weapon
mind sharp enough to cut you open, c section
twist joints like gang signs
i take time when i make lines
from day time to late night
with my crew, posted in the booth, just recordin’
the way these hoes come around, you would think they orbit
pay off your mortgage before you claim your chedder’s sorted
you said cheese, i took a pic, but it came out disorted
jealousy will make you mess with me
now your -ss is missin’ like the p-ssengers on flight 370
word to my enemies, no remedy, no empathy
especially if snakin’ is his motherf-ckin’ specialty
swervin’ down a freeway, i ain’t got no limits
my ten toes down in the sky, that’s where i’m livin’
and they comfortable, i stand in fendi linen
coachin’ my team like lenny wilkens cause its game time

[hook: sahib]

it’s game time when you’re ballin’ like you’re f-ckin’ kobe
keep your eyes open on the guys you callin’ homie
they’re waiting for the day you fallin’ off on the low-key
you say they love you, but they love your cars, hoes, and trophies

[verse 2: sahib]

at it again, i’m back my friend, yo what’s hattenin’
i k!lled this beat, it’s gonna need, the f-ckin’ ambulance
the whip i travel in, makes me love travelling
lookin’ so dazzlin’, might need a couple cameramen
thanks to all the practicin’, my future’s bright now
i used to wonder if the path i took’s the right route
approachin’ closer to my dreams as of right now
running behind it faster than my own lifestyle
my girl fastens strap ons, buckle sh-t
i only dig dyk-s, don’t f-ck with couple sh-t
diggin’ down her b-tt, i need a shovel b-tch
and i can tell by her face that she’s lovin’ it

[hook: sahib]

[verse 3: sahib]

i used to crack rhymes during cl-ss time
had an open mind, they trapped mine like it was lab mice
i breakout of it, and buy proactiv
i hit the brake to take a break and break my old habits
trying to live my life good, not below average
plate full of salad, but i need more cabbage
don’t leave your home f-ggot, cause i’m a known savage
play with me and you’ll be laying in your own casket
tellin’ lies, so it’s hard for me to listen
my optician told me to keep my eyes on my mission
appet-te has me winning, find me in the kitchen
hungry for success, go ask my dietician

- sahib

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