[Verse 1]
We gon' step on n***as like a horse shoe
Only raise the blade if I'm forced to
I twist a rapper's cap like a corkscrew
I was wired wrong, I got a short fuse
I turn a Quickit pig into pork stew
I got a ton of problems I should sort through
I keep it to myself with no support group
Can't depend on n***as to support you
See the demons coming from the porch view
Talking game to bitches like the sport's news
I been through it all and paid more dues
And you fuck n***as, oh, the Lord knew
All the self-loathin' from the poor moves
Suicidal thoughts, I poured more booze
Gotta shake it off before you for surе lose
It ain't over n***a, gotta push through
Hope you pussy n***as had a good snoozе
Ain't no code or ethics, fuck the hood's rules
That's the Devil's liar with the good rules
I wake up to Hell to some good news
All the pussy great but she can't cook food
If the bully wish a n***a would fool
I stand on my words like a footstool
I'm a stand up guy, I won't be ostracized
Whatever card was dealt, I gotta optimize
Can't let these n***as see you salt the sides
'Cause they will chew you up and you'll get tossed aside
They will roll up on you and pop the nine
It was Poppa-sized like Pac's demise
When the trust is dead, you've got to watch your guys
'Cause they'll be at your back with a pocket knife
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, I ain't playing a game with you fuck n***as
Came out the gutter, now I'm up n***a
Paranoid, no, I don't trust n***as
Do or say, you gonna do what n***a?
Oh, I got something for the tough n***as
Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game

[Chorus]
SEGA
SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA
SEGA
SEGA
Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game

[Verse 2]
It's bully season, I didn't come to play games
I made it mamma, look, your son is deranged
I'm John Rambo, bet the llama go bang
I'm countin' commas, I go dumb in the bank
Got a date with death, go to prom with a shank
Ain't no limit, bitch, I might be armed with a tank
Ain't no one in bed to keep your palm on the cake
That's on God, if Hopsin send me home, I'ma spray
It's Lord Benton, put the bag over bitches
Respect the God, if not then they're sacrilegious
You paranoid n***as actin' suspicious
Get lose your life and I just spare the specifics
I'll make you famous, I might add a horrific
Cataclysmic chopper, scatter your biscuit
It's going down and that's a matter of physics
Can't count on n***as, I just add up my digits
Watch for wires, I ain't talkin' 'bout Idris
These n***as snitches, they gon' tell all your business
He took the stand, your man just turned to a witness
I'm different, n***a, I don't fit the statistics
Sickness can't be cured with [?]
I'm sorry bae, don't mean to sound chauvinistic
Just give her dick, I don't regret with the mistress
I'm on they nick and I ain't playin' with you bitches
[Pre-Chorus]
Uh, I ain't playing a game with you fuck n***as
Came out the gutter, now I'm up n***a
Paranoid, no, I don't trust n***as
Do or say, you gonna do what n***a?
Oh, I got something for the tough n***as
Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game

[Chorus]
SEGA
SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA
SEGA
SEGA
Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang
I pop out your brain, ain't playing no game