Gingerbread Man - Game Change lyrics
CHORUS I am on my way to be the best in the game Time to pick it up from the ground like change If you feel the same then I guess you remain Every single step we make, they hate VERSE 1 [GinGer BreadMan] I got dreams of driving in beemers... So I'm climbin the beat and I'm just riding it, I'm rhyming the meanest... You see me? I'm shinning the cleanest, I got the mind of a genious... My clique runnin, chicks dying to meet us... And song cyphers and battles, I'm the best of em all... I'm excellent yoll, there's almost no effort involved... You know ima answer that phone when destiny calls... Destined to ball, dead fresh like a corpse dressed in the yard... I write raps, could body cats and have fans bumpin heads... You ain't knockin bread off, ginger I'll knock you dead... n******gs say I'm beastly, pigeons wanna tweet me... I'll leave a trail of crums and let the birds follow bread... Gimme some credit, not the typa max-out... 1st week on the scene, had a dude mad crowd... I'm a real artist, these other rappers gabbage... Old like datin a s*ut? I'm about to take the trash out... CHORUS VERSE 2 [Ras] Hey yo I change game, eything I touch frame... Merc in the fast lane, I C-L-K these lames... Work so propane, I parlay fireflames... Kick like I'm c**aine, king so I bring rain... No time for lame talk, you ain't art... Mozart nice so I play part, history cannel star... They drivers go-cart, my driver's so hard... Ey step I take smart, this here involve heart... Deal but the mixtapes flew off shelves... Rap sheats suinin your face, it speaks for self... The basement put me in place to play for wealth... So I aimed for my pockets to show some health... Yeah, really can't stay discreet, I'm so street... I've seen the worst and the best, that's both peaks... On my way to the top, n***a see me... Slowly approaching the busy, I'm easy... CHORUS VERSE 3 [GinGer BreadMan] I heard they been feelin for that dope sh**, well I can fix that... See all puns intended, I hope u get that... I'm what the game needed, don't you forget that... Breath of fresh air, imagine ginger flavoured tic-tacs...uh I go for broke when I'm tryna get stax... Big money talk, no time for little chit-chats... Ask the pimp in the purple suit who brought slick back... A yellow-bone could get broken off kit-kat... Enemies wanna befriend me or summin... They payin attention at all cost, dent in they budget... A lot has changed ever since I been fresh out the oven... But talk sideways, voicemail, end of discussion... Got a problem with the kid? Let's address the subject... I ain't scared of no rapper, I'd address em in public... I'm lyrically fit, bars? I be benchin a hundred... I'm that old school, I could push benjamin bu*tons, its trilly yeah... CHORUS