No game no game no game self made self
Made yea drinking wine from my
Coffee mug now look I had to put my album
On pause all them punk ass rappers wanted
To test my battery bitch I'm fully charged

I'm on my fuck shit so step back I don't
Take pleasurements from hurting people
I like to eat grapes and sit in my bubble
I just came out the woodworks oh shit
I'm missing a arm yo hold on go back I level
Up with each bar along with my tax bracket

Fuck these bills I'm
Walking my way but they wanna push me out
Of line punch him in the head and take a
Selfie smile I wipe my ass sign some papers
Put it in the middle this is when I rap
The weather changes I'll walk on stage
There gonna say he need a pastor my ass
On the steps I run everytime I run into a
Good girl dark room recalling my sins
And laughing it off the FBI knocked on my
Door they took my OJ

In a world where the concept of power
Is so expanded where do I stand new
Problems every corner I am they really
Wanna see the old me but never realized
I never changed I came this far into
This music shit they can crown me king
They can call me this they can call me
That they can't call me fake this is
No Game
I'm like a oven on 360 when I start
Kicking my mic
No game no game no game self made
Self made yea

Red dots when I leave the house I guess
I'm known to pull strings play it like
Ping pong turk have mercy I'm like
Hell nah everytime I hit the touch down
They wanna hit me with the red card
I can't be friendly 2 Dino's can't mingle

My name is arafat but no I'm not fat
Culture vultures want to charge extra
I took flight I'm into agriculture color
Red is them color blue is me I get
Kicked to the corner because I'm
Building a sculpture my brothers
Faith goes so far I work at Catalyst
This shit is rusting disgusting sides crusting

Imma need some clean towels up in
Here who ever wrote this should quit
Then I said suck a dick a shark on
Sand I snap my cords I don't need no
Auto tune my flow is extraordinary I
Simuluse how I feel double checkers
My pet agree is too high for these clowns
To even try to stretch me
I own my music rights
Inter scope can't have my soul I pop
Out with a four loko no fake polos your
Baby daddy a throw away his name slic
I give him the slick diss

No game no game no games self made self Made sir please sit down I'll go back
To my normal voice here is a snickers
Bar your a diva when your hungry I'll
Steal your pine cones I swing freely my

Math teachers name was jones I zoned
Out and he said I wouldn't be shit well
I know but I investigate like I'm Sherlock
Holmes I'm in the safe zone clones
Want to overthrow but this is my thrown
So much cologne fuck boy energy I
Give her the longe bone yes it's a new
Milestone only time will tell I'm unknown
I can blow or not when I finesse just
Know it was achieved threw the blind spot