GAME WINNER lyrics
by Murda Beatz
[Intro]
(Cade, what the f*ck going on?)
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
[Chorus]
Birdies on the train (Yeah)
Dirt not on my name (Switch it up)
Real before the fame (Yeah)
Rich after the fame (Ah)
I made "Mary Kate" (Right)
While smoking Mary Kate (Dope)
The realest gon' relate (On God)
The fakest gon' betray (Come on)
[Verse]
Real gon' relate (Yeah, yeah)
Put the sword on her face (Slice)
Say shorty from the A (The A)
I'm tryna fornicate ('Cate)
Tryna Californicate (Ah)
Let's smoke up, let's get baked (Let's smoke)
This is twenties, they not eights (Let's go)
You n*ggas never, ever safe (Let's go, let's go, oh)
I get sparked like flame (Okay)
These n*ggas pus*y, who the f*ck make 'em gang?
Blowing on smoke while I'm boarding the train
Cut off the top, b*tch, she blowing the brain (Hey)
I might jump out the gym, Balenci', not the Timb'
Diamonds hitting so bright, I walk in, never dim (Oh)
Treat that money the same (What?)
All these b*tches the same (The same)
But all my b*tches relate (Okay)
But all my b*tches got cake (Got ass)
Pull a card, these n*ggas got aced (Okay)
And he having broke traits (Yeah, yeah)
I was up for four days (Four days)
Get that money in four ways (Four ways)
[Chorus]
Birdies on the train (Yeah)
Dirt not on my name (Switch it up)
Real before the fame (Yeah)
Rich after the fame (Ah)
I made "Mary Kate" (Right)
While smoking Mary Kate (Dope)
The realest gon' relate (On God)
The fakest gon' betray (Come on)
[Outro]
Oh
Yeah, yeah