"End The Game" lyrics - TRIPPIE REDD

TRIPPIE REDD
"End The Game"
feat. Chris King & Quan'ta

[Snippet]

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I been on a mission, tryna get my bread up
Mama always told me, keep my focus, my head up
I'm so impatient, yeah, bitch, I'm fed up (Yeah, yeah, home)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd & Quan'ta]
All my life I've been home (I've been home, away)
I'm tryna get the fuck away (Get away, go)
I feel like I can't go (Can't go, stay)
But I know for sure I can't stay (Can't stay, goals)
Life is full of goddamn goals (Goals, play)
It's like a beginning of the play (Of the play, control)
But I know I'm in control (In control)
I could end the game, end it (End the game)
I could end the game, end it (Oh)
I could end the game, end it (I could end the game)
I could end the game, end it (This strickly for the streets, not for any other niggas)

[Verse: Quan'ta]
Uh, this for them times I was broke and I was sleepin' on the couch (Facts)
Homie got a lick, I'm tryna see what it's about (Let's talk about it)
Mama on my ass, I just hope I made her proud
'Cause her son came far from distributing pounds (What's to it?)
Pack came in, check the shipping right now
Before it lands or touch my hands, I'll have it dished out
Mami think she slick and I got it figured out
She ain't really for the boys, she just comin' for the clout
Smoking Cali with my nigga, thanking God we made it out
'Cause with the options on the board we ain't had no other route
We ain't had no other way, so make something out of nothing
Put M on the map, Atlanta straight to Bompton

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I been on a mission, tryna get my bread up
Mama always told me, keep my focus, my head up
I'm so impatient, yeah, bitch, I'm fed up (Yeah, yeah, home)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All my life I've been home (I've been home, away)
I'm tryna get the fuck away (Get away, go)
I feel like I can't go (Can't go, stay)
But I know for sure I can't stay (Can't stay, goals)
Life is full of goddamn goals (Goals, play)
It's like a beginning of the play (Of the play, control)
But I know I'm in control (In control)
I could end the game, end it (End the game)
I could end the game, end it (Oh)
I could end the game, end it (I could end the game)
I could end the game, end it

[Verse 2: Chris King]
It's only brothers, I ain't friendly
Drug addiction give you vengeance
Gotta control the narrative, I gotta [? ?] white on white in the studio, Bhad Bhabie and Woah Vicky
When there's a will, there's a way, with this Smith & Wesson get jiggy
Dreads longer than [? ?] nigga eatin'
Belly button was a target, I gave that nigga a zipper
Impartial to the product, my fiends say it's a nose stinger
In the game [?] no meter
'Bout my dough like empanada, gotta rap like tortilla
Whip the work so good, I stand back like, "Mama mia," hold up

[Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd]
I been on a mission, tryna get my bread up
Mama always told me, keep my focus, my head up
I'm so impatient, yeah, bitch, I'm fed up (Yeah, yeah, home)

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
All my life I've been home (I've been home, away)
I'm tryna get the fuck away (Get away, go)
I feel like I can't go (Can't go, stay)
But I know for sure I can't stay (Can't stay, goals)
Life is full of goddamn goals (Goals, play)
It's like a beginning of the play (Of the play, control)
But I know I'm in control (In control)
I could end the game, end it (End the game)
I could end the game, end it (Oh)
I could end the game, end it (I could end the game)
I could end the game, end it