Money Cash Clothes The Game (Ft. A$AP Rocky)

[Part I]

[Intro: Blxst & The Game]
—Self
Ayy, Swizz, let me talk to 'em

[Verse: The Game]
It's game time, what the AP said
Shoutout to every bad bitch that gave me head
Fuck you to every nigga that pray me dead
I'm alive, you gotta deal with me, JAY-Z dreads
Drop the top, let the A/C spread
Tell every rapper 'cept him and Nas to come and break me bread
My morale cannot be stepped on
I'm the real middle child, niggas get smoked like all the roaches I done slept on
Don't get me started
Who am I? I am the big homie to Lil Wayne Carter
They tryna throw the book at Blood, but I'm the author
I can still say Nine-Trey and my bandana stretch farther
Than New York, it's like I'm walkin' on water
How I end up in Heathrow with the Draco inside of my joggers?
'Til I'm back on the West side with my gun
Livin' in Conway, Butcherin' Swizz Beatz and beef is always the entrée
Sup, André?
Far as the rest of you niggas, slide on you, mask on, nigga, I'm Ye
Yeah, style on you bitches
Flyin' birds before OVO put the owl on the stitches
I been in the mix
DeLeon with the FN on, it's hit or miss
They sayin', "Rest in peace," 'cause I let it rip
I used to rock it ASAP when I flick the wrist
Now this nigga A$AP Rocky hoppin' in the whip