Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Aim Game , by - Pusha T. Release date: 15.08.2011
Song language: English
Aim Game |
| «Open your—» |
| «Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see |
| I’m just a poor—» |
| «Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see |
| I’m just a poor boy—» |
| «Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see |
| I’m just a poor boy—» |
| Seeing is believin', believe when you see it |
| They saying I’m the best—shit—I'm just trying to be it |
| They tied me to a mountain of it, I just try to ski it |
| Long distance wireless Kinect like I Wii it |
| Double-U double-I, spelled so you can see it |
| Cause it’s way over their heads when I Ray Allen 3 it |
| I’m Rondo on the bongos when giving you my convo |
| We ain’t been home since we were snatched out the Congo |
| Toast to progress as I’m staring out my condo |
| Made it this far and I ain’t never been a Tonto |
| Yuh, as you compare me to a fuckin' rookie |
| You can’t respect the new school when you played hookie |
| Cooked white, turned it tan, sold world Snooki |
| School of Hard Knocks, look at where the game took me |
| To the limit like Montana with better grammar |
| Bigger homes with bigger guns and better cameras |
| «Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see |
| I’m just a poor boy—» |
| You are now listening to the future |
| Open your eyes, nigga, and see what I see |
| Don’t mind me—I'm just here to restore the feeling |
| Yeah, I’m just here to restore the feeling |
| You feel the pressure, yeah |
| I never pitched a penny in a wishing well (Never) |
| I laid it all on a fishing scale (Yes) |
| And an apron that hung from a kitchen nail |
| Straight from my memoirs as I kiss and tell |
| Big faces like Rushmore, touch more |
| Fashion trailblazers, trendsetters look to us for |
| The next mission when the tide dries up |
| With no innervision yet they eyes wide shut |
| Fifteen years abducting spies like us |
| Confidential informants disguised like us |
| Jail doesn’t resonate with guys like us |
| Told Wesley at the Oscars to slide like us |
| Didn’t listen, so prison is what they did to him |
| Accountant unscathed, millions is what they hid through him |
| Same principles you must adhere |
| Lohans get the breaks, the T.I.'s, we just steer through 'em |
| «Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see |
| I’m just a poor boy—» |
| The odds is against us |
| No excuses though, we just play harder |
| Hustle smarter, yeah |
| They done freed Weezy |
| Congratulations, my nigga |
| Now let TIP go, yuh |