Brakelights by Game
[Busta]
My nigga Game
I remember when I first met the nigga!
Nigga hella-flamed up, flagging and all that
Nigga told me come through, Cedar Block
I did Compton and shit
I said if this was one of my niggas from New York this
nigga be my nigga
Even though he�s from the West Coast, he still my
fuckin' nigga
Crazy Shit though is even though it seem like the homie
be strugglin' between good and bad
At the end of the day, it always come from a genuine
place
Luh that nigga
[Verse 1 � Game]
I wake up in the morning to Ciroc and some pancakes
Give a fuck about a bar: bitch, this a mixtape!
Give a fuck about a car: bitch, this a Rover!
You�re driving a mistake like me dissin Hova
But I don�t give a fuck nigga, do it all again
Rule #1: never make a rap nigga friend
But I run up on a muthafuckin rap nigga�s Benz
In Miami feeling like Khaled: �All I do is win"
80 thousand on the bracelet, watch got a facelift
Driving through the hood in this muthafuckin' spaceship
Feeling like the first man on the moon
Drape in all black, Whole club full of goons
Pumpin bottles til them pretty hoes move
Tonight I�m fuckin' with bitches with scars and bullet
wounds
Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
Soo woo straight up by my mama, woo nigga
[Hook]
I�m in all red like my breaklights
In the kitchen on the stove
Tryna get my cake right
I work late nights, graveyard shift
Nigga gotta keep it trill
I�m blessed like the angel on Rolls Phantom grill
Don�t make me hit my breaklights
It�s a cold world, but it don�t taste right
Gotta get it baked right
Eyes in the rearview
So I could see clear through the haters
[Verse 2 � Game]
Cradle to the grave nigga, do it hard body
But I never fuck wid a bitch wid a hard body
Soft as a peach, life is a beach
And I�m in Venice layin� on the bleach white sheets
With a dime-piece staring at my timepiece: what it say?
By 6 o clock we be chillin at the Mandolay, Nice
Chandon on the ice
Swimming in this fuckin' money by a hatin' nigga life
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