That's me, that's me, that's me, that's me
Who that n**a play the game how the game go
Kansas city streets hot so he stay low
No bunk weed he only blow dank smoke
Who that n**a ride when it gets ugly
Hustle hard so his pockets stay lumpy
He the shit of course yo b**h love em
Let me introduce myself for ones who don't know
Bumpy I'm from Kansas city Mo
Make a lot of moves but I make em on the low
Rapping is the only time I'm putting on a show
Don't do gimmicks and don't f**k wit fakers
Or fonky mothafuckas who ain't getting no paper
Keep a strap with but don't wanna have to use it
Down to beat a n**a ass for talking to me stupid
Just bought a 750 probably finna paint it blue
Bitches and my d**k every time I push through
Just doing what I do mane, I don't ever hate
Need to say somethin ill say it to yo face
Cuzz a real n**a been like that from the gate
You never took a loss and bounced back I can't relate
Don't need 100 n**a around me to feel safe
Type of n**a tell you what it is and what it ain't
Who that n**a play the game how the game go
Kansas city streets hot so he stay low
No bunk weed he only blow dank smoke
Who that n**a ride when it gets ugly
Hustle hard so his pockets stay lumpy
He the shit of course yo b**h love em
Back at the liquor store OE with da Remy bottle
Pack of backwoods and gold wrap pack of some condoms
I'm the reason that your lady ain't been picking up
Relax ima have her call you back after I get a nut
Ima player and my game real heavy
Only f**k around if she got brains and some fettie
Fly n**a broke that's a no from me
Spending big bread on some potent weed
Have money have heart that's the motto
Type of n**a really bout his shit that's how I got on
Get it how you live mane I learned that at a young age
Living for the moment everybody dies one day
And ain't no telling when the reaper gonna come to get you
So many die before the ever reach their full potential
Shit life too real I can't slow down
Type of n**a tryna make a million before I go out
Who that n**a play the game how the game go
Kansas city streets hot so he stay low
No bunk weed he only blow dank smoke
Who that n**a ride when it gets ugly
Hustle hard so his pockets stay lumpy
He the shit of course yo b**h love em
