Laser shoot out starts,
(Pengame Classic)

Yo I see em coming, Yo city!
Ight yo I get the cat on the left you get the cat on the right.
Yo I got mine, you got yours ok, yo do thing.
Ayo! I thought you're supposed to get the cat on the left I get the cat on the right. (takes deep breath)
Yo fuck it.

(1st verse Pengame Classic)

The type to dive and get dirty I'm like a James Worthy, full of hustle matching how mentally I can move ah muscle, please don't move ah muscle don't leave it unless its double, sights clear like it was hubble viewing through space rubble. Been through many levels my mind can intertwine, in the grand scheme of things it's just primed for a design with a sign on the horizon, post up on ya hood like a fire hydrant we finalizing kid no final offers. Take or leave it, this taylor made with the sharpest fade alligators biting, feet moving like grease lightning, certified titans with tridents the size of four rikers. Empire tryna strike back they'll never strike us. I keep ah light saber I call on it, make you fall on it. Separate ya better half studio's like a Russia lab, take it back to twenty five cent sodas and ditching cabs. Metaverse, paint a reality for ah better worse. Ya day's number, this fanny pack trap is ah drill here comes the real thing, pen, city, chambs. Game, great, chambers delivery it magnificent management needing ten percent off the rip like he's off the hip. Don't overlook ah step when we over step an accomplishment, leave ya ass gasping for breath. Don't want no problems man.

(Hook Pengame Classic)

Certified official, officially were certified bombarded depart guys and leave them over open skies, its crazy when you barking up trees your only half the size. Last Jedi like its prophesied over dreamy eyes.
Don't make us have to turn to the dark side, leave you hog tied, sucking down too much pride will make us all die. Ya days numbered this fanny pack trap is ah drill here comes the real thing..

(2nd verse City The Great)

I bring means to an end, in the end game. Looks like another classic..
With the pengame. What money travel many dimensions you see the end change. My third eye open, multiverse is a gift strange. Really thing you fit for the combat? With ya stick frame. Chill.. You bumping the table think the kid playing. Off these bars built ah dope house this is brick laying. Had ah tight hold on the game, now its grip changing. Just to avoid.. My competition will switch language. Muzzled in a quarantine padded room I spit dangerous. closing the distance to the last days when I flip pages I aint got time for the subs and ya bitch phrases. OBCC. I spit razors, game changer remain layered, Bobby Flay sulfated flavors. I'm Dave Majors reason for gang rages. Swear aint no stopping this, but sometimes you gotta put ya foot to a lot of ass to stop some shit.

(Hook Pengame Classic)

Certified official, officially were certified bombarded depart guys and leave them over open skies, its crazy when you barking up trees your only half the size. Last Jedi like its prophesied over dreamy eyes.
Don't make us have to turn to the dark side, leave you hog tied, sucking down too much pride will make us all die. Ya days numbered this fanny pack trap is ah drill here comes the real thing..

(3rd verse Pengame Classic)

I go way and beyond duty I'm rouge one. Special forces moving in fast, you can feel the horses, hood under a sports car, we catching up to niggas bars. Bout to leave you stuck in a dead sprint when you cheeks clinch, niggas try to hold in shit but you can fold ya tents. Over in ah inch when we locking it with ah wrench, strip bolts down to they bits and its
au revoir like the French. Barricades simply we blow through like ah hand grenade, cancer in the 5th stage its murder when we hit the page.. Flip his page take it all back he'll probably switch his ways. Shouldn't never dance with these wolves we known to stay in packs, back to back scraping for scraps until we fade to black. I aint even ate yet. Wait! like we took ya paycheck. Ribs start popping out stomachs... Like ah tape deck. I'm classically Picasso my next painting is in Louvre. Bout to sell out all of my merch, that's just how we do. sliding right into position we got the perfect view, bout to make you second guess statements like never heard of you, we did in one year what most nigga's could never do. The only thing left is us adding up all the revenue. Certified's bae bae's kid we only multiple. Racing to the finish cause everybody is bound to die.


(Laser fight resumes, light saber battle in the conclusion)

(Pengame Classic)
"You had enough."