On The Game (Prod. by $VINT)
[Intro]
Shoutout my n***a Saint LK man, you know what I'm saying, you dig
Come with us, run with us, you know what I'm saying, YSLOG the gang, n***a
We gon' make splash, you know what I'm saying
[Verse 1: Young Shark]
I'll put the ice rollie, on my patek
Throwing the 4 on the cup, you dig
Hate or love it, boy, we on the game, bitch
Shark Popeye man, that shit was so lit
Shoutout my n***a G, been playing for the ring
My n***a Lowkey, man, with the key to the streets
Saint LK, like Murda on the beat
YSLOG on the game, with the dirty stick
[Verse 2: LoG]
Saint LK murdering the subs
We consider him a plug
Want a beat, can count on him
Like our talent on this shit
Lotta time that we been off
Now you see where we have been
Dedicating our time to improve in every track we hit
Counting money that's my dream
Made the hit that you believe
That can take us to the stage and then we owning any street
Man, your shine is like a flash
'cause it's ending very fast
I know that's the only reason that you wanna do collabs
Giving the mic so you can prove me wrong
Give you one day, can't even make a song
Hold it up because it's taking too long, shown, this people can't get on my phone
Idealizing what can be my life
Chasing that green, I'm feeling like Popeye
Everyday recording until it is night
Closing the window, they shooting outside
Shit is too loud but we can make it right
YSLOG have been killing tonight
The instrumental got us outta element
Wanna win so bad in life, that is evident
Saint LK with the kicks, got Young Shark with the rings, LoG with the keys, already know that is our dream team
Gone
Shoutout my n***a Saint LK man, you know what I'm saying, you dig
Come with us, run with us, you know what I'm saying, YSLOG the gang, n***a
We gon' make splash, you know what I'm saying
[Verse 1: Young Shark]
I'll put the ice rollie, on my patek
Throwing the 4 on the cup, you dig
Hate or love it, boy, we on the game, bitch
Shark Popeye man, that shit was so lit
Shoutout my n***a G, been playing for the ring
My n***a Lowkey, man, with the key to the streets
Saint LK, like Murda on the beat
YSLOG on the game, with the dirty stick
[Verse 2: LoG]
Saint LK murdering the subs
We consider him a plug
Want a beat, can count on him
Like our talent on this shit
Lotta time that we been off
Now you see where we have been
Dedicating our time to improve in every track we hit
Counting money that's my dream
Made the hit that you believe
That can take us to the stage and then we owning any street
Man, your shine is like a flash
'cause it's ending very fast
I know that's the only reason that you wanna do collabs
Giving the mic so you can prove me wrong
Give you one day, can't even make a song
Hold it up because it's taking too long, shown, this people can't get on my phone
Idealizing what can be my life
Chasing that green, I'm feeling like Popeye
Everyday recording until it is night
Closing the window, they shooting outside
Shit is too loud but we can make it right
YSLOG have been killing tonight
The instrumental got us outta element
Wanna win so bad in life, that is evident
Saint LK with the kicks, got Young Shark with the rings, LoG with the keys, already know that is our dream team
Gone