Give Up the Game Children of the Corn

(Bloodshed)
Under passing the bridge
In my Yacht under looks my Mahogany crib
Models from Germany is serving me ribs
And shrimp scampi, give up this life, nah she can't be
Serious, she must be delirious
Weed in pals, rippin' aisles, sippin' Cristal
The kid is rich now, treating every girl like a sleaze
Puffin trees, overlooking the waves of the seas
Visualizing Gs, and M3s, and so much ice I could (Freeze)
Wait hold up (High), I gotta blow up (No doubt)
And get my dough up, the life of the stallions
Dining with Italians, discussing hundreds of thousands
Miles of poison that'll have zombies roaming your housing
Complex, my own mob sending me bomb threats
When I retaliate with convicts they set be all 'pet
Stress, I'm feeling depressed, puffing the sess'
Hoping success doesn't lead to an early rest
Feds knock down my door like it's a robbery
Subjecting me to give into bribery
Preaching it's no survive for me
Spies putting bombs in my whip
And it makes me wanna flip
But nah I ain't going legit

(Chorus)
Give up the game
Give up the game
You gotta come legit
You gotta come legit, baby
Giving up the game
Giving up the game
You gotta come legit, no doubt, no douuuubt, no doubt