Game Over (Remix) Tinchy Stryder (Ft. Dot Rotten, Fuda Guy, Ghetts, Griminal, Maxsta, Roachee, Slix & Wretch 32)

[Verse 1: Ghetts]
You ain't my spar you’re a target
Me I'm like somebody marj in the market
Me? I put a carcus in a basket
Head, feet, arms to his armpits
Ain't you noticed?
I gotta stick like what’s his name… Moses
Red sea I ima part it like I can't swim
Lets see who departs when I'm when I’m barring
Everyone
And it's clear like Evian
You ain't doing nothing new my bredda
Swear down your just doing what I've already done
Came in the game at 19 my friend
And I took you over by the time I was 21
Don’t ever compare yourself to me
I'm a sawn of shotty rudeboy your a pellet gun
Make a lot of money from a war like Peggy done

[Verse 2: Slix]
My sweat's undeniable
The man are all washed up and dryable
When it comes to the war I’m fireproof
I don’t choose to win, I desire to
Some say I boast some say I brag
But I remember
When I never had jack
There were brown cheese all over the rag
Nice to see your swag!
(No Cilla Black) Flee
So high that I gone past fly
Money on mine grind on mine
We get it in
Fuck getting by
We live dreams
Fuck living life
I’m crazy labels call me barmy
Girlies are nothing they Just Cavalli
If there Ain't money they can run past me
It will take my death to pass me