Not a Game - Troy Ave

I’m on some New York shit, to the Max so wavy

And i hustle hard like my name Maino or 80

Though i’m my moms first baby, Roc-A-Fella did raise me

She said i was a Bad Boy, but now i’m more like Jay Z

During Reasonable Doubt i went the independent route

Now i’m the big poppa that the industry talk 'bout

Coogi sweaters and all, praise God and my faith

Free to GS9 i hope them niggas beat up that case

I’m still gettin' mine, young and cocky

I’ma be the king ASAP, no Rocky

Unless we talk about my jewellery, the wrist and my neck on glitter

Me and Block was coke boys before French Montana

R.I.P.

Chinx, ya boy about to bring in the bricks

A city on lock, Raekwon and Ghost, Cuban my links

Them is O.G.'s man i might be the youngest O. G

Right after Fab, that’s family, luck 'til i’m

In this soil i was raised to be loyal

My squad are several, my pockets don’t go though

Might flip the mode, put my Porche on auto

It’s gon' be a ruff rydin' like X, where my dawgs go

This one here fo' fo', nigga even think

That will be a hit, should’ve signed to Murder Inc

Or maybe GMG, Uncle Murda what you think

My whole set dip down in different color minks

Jewels and the gems, shining like a motherfucker

Standin' in front of the cam, lining like a motherfucker

We don’t Mobb Deep, but i rock with P and Hav

Guess some d on the block that thing went fast

Countin' up the Louch, stylin' like P

Now ima MCM, hoes tryna kiss me

A nigga on the run like N.O.R.E

We the breaking news, CNN, BSB Records nigga

And you see us out here hoopin'

Free B-Loved and Bang they ain’t do that shooting

But i’m a gun clapper, Yayo weighing bagger

With mad Bucks in the Banks, Fifty my favorite rapper

I got one milli, now i’m tryna get two

Put rocks on any block, watch the fiends fall through

Never been caught, God bless we know we had to choose

Somehow the flow is sick, so sick i just flew

In from out of town, they always sayin'

We don’t fuck with New York rappers, you the one that we playin'

The South said they jackin' our slang, that shit wack

Seeing that fuck 12 now every line is a trap

A lame from Texas was sippin' lean tryna be Future

If it wasn’t for you, your city wouldn’t have a future

L.A. say Kendrick got God, but Troy be spittin'

You tell stories like Nas when It Was Written

Chicago said niggas wanna bang like us

Now it’s blown up, come on dawg enough is enough

Who held it down when niggas was licking Westcoast dick

But tryna sound like Atlanta desperate for a hit, record

I’m on record saying I don’t respect it

I’m just splittin' image they way I record on my records

You guessed it the young king hails from New York City

I fuck with YG cause he look and sound like his bity

Migos, Gucci and Thug got that country bass

If it ain’t from Chi-Raq then that drill don’t count

If you a swagger-jacker and your shoe fits this Ether

Niggas got they own fucking sound clown don’t need ya

They ain’t come here for that or your remix neither

You don’t go to the Chinese store when you want pizza

They ain’t come here for that or your remix neither

You don’t go to the Chinese store when you want pizza