Denzel Curry – “The Game” [Audio, Lyrics]

Denzel Curry unveils a new single, “The Game” produced by Charlie Heat in anticipation of a forthcoming album. Get the song and read the lyrics.

Denzel Curry The Game

As Denzel Curry works to release his new album Melt My Eyez, See Your Future, he sets the stage with his new single “The Game.”

Denzel Curry – The Game (prod. Charlie Heat)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Before you judge, do your research, nigga, we hurt
Before I even think about us, I think of me first
The street had only brought me ether and random outburst
I told the hood that I’ma come back, just get me out first
And niggas quick to call me sellout when I’m on the outskirts
Want to know how I got there, I put in hard work
I know you wanna get this money, you gotta be smart first
Pay attention, write this shit down, and repeat my verse
I don’t fuck with people that ain’t on the same time
Too lazy to wanna make dimes, then wanna take mine
When it comes to fucking with dimes, you need to peep signs
Pussy over money online, then, nigga, you blind
Find yourself paying for shit because she too fine
If you wasn’t making a cent, you getting denied
If you see she independent and have a good vibe
That’s the one you better stick with and keep on your side

[Chorus]
The game, the game, the game, the game
The game, the game, the game, the game
These niggas out here screamin’ that they gang, gang, gang
Be the same niggas fuckin’ up the game, game, game
The game, the game, the game, the game
The game, the game, the game, the game
These niggas out here screamin’ that they gang, gang, gang
Be the same niggas fuckin’ up the game, game, game

[Verse 2]
Seen a lot of brothers fucked up, seen some friends die
‘Cause you walked away from a fight don’t mean that you pie
I don’t got a problem with all these other new guys
Even find myself bumping ’bout just a few guys
Doing all this industry shit, I start to realize
We lookin’ up to junkies and shit, then mimic they lives
Niggas go and get the some new tats, wear the same chains
Gucci, Prada, Fendi, you all wear the same thing
Niggas fucking on the same bitch that you call main
Now I gotta roast you slow, mane, like it was lo mein
If you said I came for your head, I guess I’m Rogaine
All of y’all like layover flights, y’all niggas too plain
You don’t need to brag or dress up when all your shit flame
Sabotaging other black men, bruh, all that shit lame
I got love for Megan, but also got love for Noname
And I won’t stop speaking to y’all until I change

[Chorus]
The game, the game, the game, the game
The game, the game, the game, the game
These niggas out here screamin’ that they gang, gang, gang
Be the same niggas fuckin’ up the game, game, game
The game, the game, the game, the game
The game, the game, the game, the game
These niggas out here screamin’ that they gang, gang, gang
Be the same niggas fuckin’ up the game, game, game

[Outro]
By the way
This ain’t a motherfucking
Diss
This the motherfucking
Truth
Bitch