The Games We Play

Drug dealer Benzes with gold diggers in 'em In elevator condos, on everything I love This ain't a wave or phase, 'cause all that shit fades This lifestyle's forever when you made They tweet about the length I made 'em wait, what the f******u expect? When a nigga got a cape and he's great Oven's full of cakes that he bakes, still spreading paste The love just accentuates the hate This is for my bodybuilding clients moving weight Just add water, stir it like a shake Play amongst the stars like the roof in the Wraith Get the table next to mine, make our bottle servers race These are the games we play, we are the names they say This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes To all of my young niggas, I am your Ghost and your Rae This is my Purple Tape, save up for rainy days And baby mama wishes, along with the side bitches They try to coexist, end up wishing you'd die, bitches Stood on every couch, in the A at the black party No jewelry on, but you richer than everybody You laugh a little louder, the DJ say your name a little prouder And we don't need a globe to show you the world is ours We can bet a hundred thousand with my safe hold My numbers lookin' like a bank code These are the games we play, we are the names they say This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes Ain't no stoppin' this champagne from poppin' The draws from droppin', the laws from watchin' With Ye back choppin', the cars and the women come with options Caviar facials remove the toxins This ain't for the conscious, this is for the mud-made monsters Who grew up on legends from outer Yonkers Influenced by niggas Straight Outta Compton, the scale never lies I'm 2.2 incentivised If you ain't energized like the bunny for drug money Or been paralyzed by the sight of a drug mummy This ain't really for you, this is for the Goya Montoya Who said I couldn't stop, then afforded me all the lawyers The only kingpin who ain't sinkin' Chess moves are made, my third eye ain't blinkin' Stay woke, nigga, or get out Still pull them whips out, still spread the chips out Might buy your bitch some new hips and yank her rib out The message in this music, all my niggas had to live out These are the games we play, we are the names they say This is the drug money your ex-nigga claim he makes, yah! --- The Games We Play - Pusha T