The End Game mother fucker get your shit tight, shit right,
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Listen it's a mission to keep us in the dark.
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Keep us apart, keep us throwing poisonous darts,
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Enter the black room, cash rules everything son.
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Nobody's your friend fool go for your guns.
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Trust no one, money buys souls and lives,
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Brothers and wives, alibis, many will die.
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Fucking with the quick to get you niggas,
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Demons form hell!
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They're rooms are oval, they're game global,
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They make pawns of men.
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I the name of god they keep us apart.
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I don't know about you but I don't hate as much as they do.
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I'm just trying to live and shit.
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Mother fuckers best prey that they don't blow us all away.
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The power hungry fools on the hill.
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Before they lose they'll push the fucking button, explode the air!
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Winter and black rain, they play the End Game
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Mother fuckers take what they can take.
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Mother fucking snakes.
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They stole this land we live on and kill to keep,
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We're just lambs here waiting for the blood bath baby,
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Hitman army, Hitman Navy.
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Moved by the wicked had of money not love,
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No one knows the secrets, it's an evil mix man.
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Catch your breath prey for death, it's the only truth left.
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[Chorus]
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I ain't never done shit to your country of fam,
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Don't want your oil man, don't want your land.
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The people that your beefin with are not my friends,
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They hate me too, and they want me to hate you.
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It's the evilest of mixes keep the people twisted,
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Power mongers on earth, they trade life for dirt.
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It ain't the people of this planet, it's the kings and their courts.
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And they do what they gotta do cause murders their sport.
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[Chorus]
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The End Game
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