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[Intro: Hodgy Beats]

Spit game, spit game

Taught him how to spit game

I teach him how to spit game

They digesting, this shit flame

I taught him how to spit game

Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]

I'm spitting game to my son, his name is Trenton

I told him it's not about a title, name, or an emblem

Doing cut outs for my album while I'm sitting with him

[?] individualism, you get the wisdom

And I ain't gon' lie, I'm fresh and I'm driving [?]

Don't want to be bittersweet in the streets

Gotta get to the honey hive

On your mark set, [?] up next when I die

Stick to your gun, gripping your nine

This only one, the only one, my only son, I call him my sunshine

Took time away from my work, it was worth the time

Haters sending subliminals knowing I'm sublime

I spit it punchline after punchline

It's crunch time, cause if it's not we get no lunchtime

Round of applause, you bust back, I busta rhymes

Read the fine print, [?] I'm doing fucking fine

Tryna to stop me, I'ma press play, and then rewind

To remind me that Hodgy Daddy's one of a kind

And I'm not one to look into the past much

Look into the past and there's nothing to find


[Hook: Hodgy Beats]

I taught him how to spit game

I teach him how to spit game

They digesting, this shit flame

I taught him how to spit game nigga

I teach him how to spit game

They digesting, this shit flame, shit flame

Know what I'm saying


[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]

I remember being a kid, pediatric

Niggas talking shit, they never see me ad-lib

They distracted by a nigga's mind who is abstracted

I need a pen and pad then jotted down some rap shit

I'm watching my back but never looking backwards

I take the pen and get the ink from black squids

I had a vision and my mind on tactics

My mind's a bag of tricks, my nigga magic

Never subtracting, always added this mathematics

I take my good days with my baddest, this havoc madness

The sword is sharper than the tongue and I slash your dragons

Producing raps like farmer's markets, I pass a radish

[?] the cash, first I scan it then added taxes

You could bag it, organize it man, apparatus

[?] live a dream then have a dream, imagine that shit

Tripping on [?]


[Verse 3: Ben Great]

I remember I was back shy back in the C-I-N

Damn, where should I begin

Started making jams, a seven year old kid

Learned to play the blues, I been hitting the [?]

Then I went to school to study about the shit

Fell in love with music, forever you be my fam

Thank you for your time, you know my mind expand

Put me on game to live, love, and chance it

God got the answers, I still be having questions

How long it's gon' take for me to finally be an asset

How long it's gon' be before these records turn to smashes

I don't need the hype, I just [?] with the classics

Back when music was really bout the passion

Keep your private jet, I'm just tryna drive the Atlas

Y'all could see the world through a bird's eye view

I want to travel through the trenches, keep it gutta and true

Cause when you make it to the top, they start obstructing your view

And then they act like the forget when they was fucking with you

But that made me learn a lot, it ain't nothing to [?]

So I be pushing through the block, I'm pulling up on you, nigga 

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