Think It’s a Game Meek Mill (Ft. Vory)

[Intro: Vory]
It's too much, too much, too much, yeah
Tell ’em, ayy

[Chorus: Vory]
Girl, just leave me in silence
Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it
Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it
Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don’t care about it
Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit
I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption
And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick
Fuck around and name that Nina Brad Pitt 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage
Pussy, hmm

[Post-Chorus: Vory]
Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you?
Ayy
Think it's a game, nothin' do you?
Think it’s a game, yeah

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
My homie turned his back on me, I don’t know how to feel 'bout it
’Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill 'bout it
'Cause niggas be knowin’ my business and don't be real solid
I got rеal problems
Made my list for the hoеs that flex, went back and still popped 'em
Coon been holding this shit down ten, went in my will 'bout it
Ain't seen my cuz like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him
He in those trenches and I can't act like I don't care 'bout it
This shit a war
Nigga, I'm the plug, ain't no extension cord
Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for?
Like you ain't know we stand on opps? Send 'em to the Lord
Look 'em in they eyes 'fore they die without no feelings for 'em