NatStar
Game Over
Verse1: ima grown ass n***a wit a bad bitch, you fuck wit her my n***a ima savage, we fuck around and go and fuck ya last bitch, king shit balenciaga my fashion, awww n***a I’m just getting cabbage, paper only give a fuck about a status, ground level to the top it’s like magic, a n***a elevating I ain’t average, so I’m celebrating everyday it’s like a bash, every fucking day I’m getting cash, life ain’t a sprint it’s not a dash, zoom, everyday I’m shooting for the moon, crash, we on the sweep, broom, millionaire n***as wit a dream, used to getting money in my dreams now it’s bands in my jeans, summer cutting deals my demands in the spring, we gone ball till we fall for the throne im the winter, I’m in the zone, on to the next city catch me in the sprinter no chrome, off to Phuket no text no phone, vacate, we on a vacate, that’s why it’s money on demand no wait wait, n***a you fake fake, break out the Ballatore, bring the gelato my n***a this is the motto my n***a..

HOOK: We gon' smoke it up, to the good life, gon' head fuck it up, let's get high, put your fucking drinks in the air say fuck the worries in my life, got some money in my pocket and i'm feelin' alright, game over, game over..

Verse2: fuck up the check, put up the rest, meditate we don’t need stress, fuck irs, but put away money for the tax, 40%, for y’all n***as even in the bracket, no tennis, put away the racket, less talk muthafucka show action whoa, Nat’s in this bitch get it cracking shit, fucked ya bitch and made her cut a backflip quick, we don’t go away we remain, forever, we sustain, longevity it’s effortless forever ready, we never not ready for whatever it’s whatever you want, barrel or the blunt either way you get smoked, I’m back in my bag, shit you have or you had, bitch no matter your swag..

X: lames over, no trust n***a keep that thang on us, stay low key you dunno me you dunno he we got trust issues, all about intentions, not about attention, stay in line, it’s whatever how you want it any day & time, 1/2 of every rack is cut for the tax, wheels up jetting we land in the LAX, that’s on everything, we come with everything, on top of every detail no we don’t fuck with retail we on exclusive shit, king shit you copy trends off of YouTube clips, off what you do it’s my, day and I’m hotter than the summertime, keep a fuck em list & I can think of some in mind, Queen Xi notorious like I was from bed stuy let’s ride, this is the best time..