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[Intro: Hodgy
Spit game, game
Taught him how to game
I teach him how to spit
They digesting, shit flame
I him how to spit game
Yeah,
1: Hodgy Beats]
I'm spitting game to my son, his is Trenton
I told him not about a title, name, or an emblem
Doing cut outs for my album while I'm with him
[?] individualism, you get the
And I ain't gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm [?]
Don't want to be bittersweet in the
Gotta get to the honey
On your set, [?] up next when I die
Stick to your gun, your nine
only one, the only one, my only son, I call him my sunshine
Took time from my work, it was worth the time
Haters sending knowing I'm sublime
I spit it after punchline
It's crunch time, cause if it's not we get no
Round of applause, you back, I busta rhymes
Read the fine print, [?] I'm doing fucking
Tryna to me, I'ma press play, and then rewind
To remind me that Hodgy one of a kind
And I'm not one to look into the past
Look into the past and there's to find

[Hook: Beats]
I taught him how to game
I teach him how to game
They digesting, shit flame
I taught him how to spit nigga
I him how to spit game
They digesting, this shit flame, flame
what I'm saying

[Verse 2: Hodgy
I being a kid, pediatric
Niggas talking shit, never see me ad-lib
They distracted by a nigga's mind who is
I need a pen and pad then jotted some rap shit
I'm watching my but never looking backwards
I take the pen and get the ink from squids
I had a vision and my mind on
My a bag of tricks, my nigga magic
Never subtracting, always added this
I take my good days with my baddest, this havoc
The sword is sharper than the tongue and I your dragons
raps like farmer's markets, I pass a radish
[?] the cash, first I scan it then added
You could bag it, it man, apparatus
[?] live a then have a dream, imagine that shit
on [?]

[Verse 3: Ben
I remember I was back shy in the C-I-N
Damn, should I begin
making jams, a seven year old kid
Learned to play the blues, I been the [?]
Then I went to school to about the shit
in love with music, forever you be my fam
Thank you for your time, you know my mind
Put me on to live, love, and chance it
God got the answers, I be having questions
How long gon' take for me to finally be an asset
How long it's gon' be before these records turn to
I don't need the hype, I just [?] the classics
Back music was really bout the passion
your private jet, I'm just tryna drive the Atlas
Y'all see the world through a bird's eye view
I want to travel through the trenches, it gutta and true
Cause when you make it to the top, they start your view
And they act like the forget when they was fucking with you
But that made me learn a lot, it ain't to [?]
So I be pushing through the block, I'm up on you, nigga