Y.B.C.M. Big Ghost LTD & Conway the Machine (Ft. D-Styles)

[Verse 1]
Yeah, used to put the cocaine in the blender
Now I pen the illest literature, niggas can't remember
In the, last decade, that's every year, January to December
Been here hand full of years, my tenure iller
Niggas counted me out when I got shot and I got injured
But a nigga still sellin' out shows in Denver (Talk to 'em)
Gotta control my temper, I don't want no new friends
I can't lеt these niggas in 'cause thеy'll cross you like Kimber (Woo)
The homie got the shotty in his pants, that's why he walkin' with a limp for
Aim that shit at your top and push it inward (Boom, boom, boom)
Your big homie a bitch, nigga, what you followin' him for? (Huh?)
Your OG is low-key a registered sex offender (Ha)
My face paralyzed but my, trajectory was not hindered
Bell's Palsy but still a top contender, nigga (I'm that boy)
We cop Chinchilla when we jacket shop for winter (Ha)
It's 3 Michelin Star if we have to stop for dinner (Talk to 'em)

[Chorus]
Uh, y'all niggas know me (Know me)
Go fuck around and turn me back to the old me (Machine)
You know the name of the game, your bitch chose me (That bitch chose me)
You know the name of the game, your bitch chose me (Ha)
You know the name of the game (that's my bitch) y'all niggas know me (Uh-huh)
Go fuck around and turn me back to the old me (Oh, wack nigga)
You know the name of the game, that bitch chose me (That bitch chose me)
You know the name of the game, your bitch chose me (Hahahaha)
You know the name of the game, my nigga (Name of the game)