Pac Man lyrics

[Chorus]
Beat the whole frame up (Pac Man)
Repo your main sl*t (Pac Man)
Deebo your chain up (Pac Man)
Eat the, eat the whole game up (Pac Man)
All these hoes I got to like one
All these blunts I got to light one
All these guns I got to shoot one
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these shots I got to hit some
All that shades you got to get sun
All this sauce I got to drip some
All you n*ggas sound like my sons

[Verse 1]
I am invincible damn near invisible
Say the word, I’d off his head I’m a man of my principle (talk to ‘em)
Top scholars versus the pop stylist
Do a video you need a pop stylist
If a n*gga wrote a verse for you, you a dub n*gga
You are not a top fiver
No, no keep your lips locked in
God flow on you n*ggas for your hip hop sins, ugh
I ain’t nothing like you n*ggas need a school bus to pick all my clones up
Kill a rapper, bury his ass, get bored then dig all the bones up
Ain’t nobody that can one on one me, everyone that want me better zone up
If you say it, n*gga own up, I’ma make it feel like your father picked the phone up
And caught you lil' n*ggas talking grown stuff
God, I have to help you find my skill
God, help these helpless n*ggas with these calcified pineals argh!
Diet diet diet diet, you should try it, I got a whole list of reasons
All of you n*ggas diseases, getting bodied by a holistic vegan
[Chorus]
Who is God? Black man
Run through you all (Pac Man)
Beat the whole frame up (Pac Man)
Repo for your main sl*t (Pac Man)
Deebo your chain up (Pac Man)
Eat the, eat the whole game up (Pac Man)
All these hoes I got to like one
All these blunts I got to light one
All these guns I got to shoot one
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these shots I got to hit some
All that shades you got to get sun
All this sauce I got to drip some
All you n*ggas sound like my sons

[Verse 2]
Okay, any person that try to f*ck with your man
I son son and bury son under the sand
What I’m saying is when sun come up anyone can get tan
You know they selling melanin for 400 grand
I be getting to the bands thinking like a mad man
Can see the white man kill another black man
When a black man kill a black man that's a backhand
To the face fake n*gga face the reality
Only one race n*gga, race through the galaxy
n*gga really want that smoke come challenge me
I ain’t got no time to battle n*ggas one at a time
So whoever want it the most come to the front of the line
I just close my eyes and say the sh*t that come to my mind
I got a 100 in them drum or, keep on something divine
Got my finger stuck to the trigger, grip stuck to the pine
'Til you n*ggas try to come for my shine
Straight crack when I come with the vibe, skrt, skrt ,skrt quick but partnership be studded inside
b*tch it's a war if you flinch, sh*t can get more than intense
Spray paint these words on the side of The White House
Like b*tch we need water in Flint (show nuff)
Who’s the master? Who’s the rappers using the masses with abusive rap sh*t?
My n*ggas push the base like producing do trap sh*t
We build pyramids no moving backward (pus*y)
[Chorus]
Who is God? Black man
Run through you all (Pac Man)
Beat the whole frame up (Pac Man)
Repo for your main sl*t (Pac Man)
Deebo your chain up (Pac Man)
Eat the, eat the whole game up (Pac Man)
All these hoes I got to like one
All these blunts I got to light one
All these guns I got to shoot one
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these n*ggas ghost when I come
All these shots I got to hit some
All that shades you got to get sun
All this sauce I got to drip some
All you n*ggas sound like my sons