The Game

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

Get busy

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

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Raised by game

Where **** ain't fazed by fame

Come to the crib, get bang, they take your chain

Stay in your lane

Brokeback ain't the way of the game

My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring

My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game

You was hot but can't stay in the flame

Ghetto pain and windows crack

The fist is like a symbol for black

Can tell the real by how the real interact

In the middle of wack my soul sticks to a track

Kickback records get kicked to the back

I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his

Child in a good school and know what her gift is

It's global warming, the world is shifting

Watching Sweet Sixteen, bitchin' ass rich kids

You don't know it like you gotta go the distance

Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

I get busy

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

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I never kissed that ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses

Thick and I lasted, pass these rat bastards

They try to box me in like Cassius Clay

Hey I'm like Muhammed when he fasted

Opposing the fascist

Make cuts and got gashes, scratches over third eyelashes

Punchlines are like jab pits to rappers

Whose careers now ashes, it's too many slashes in their name

Came in the game, these gun clappers

From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress

I seen them dashing smash hits, I yell run **** run

While I cook up classics

The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets

Making it hard for real hustlers

Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend

Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

Get busy

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

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I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever

From the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure

Selling weed out of cleaners, from rocks to barber shops and beamers

Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena

The demeanor of the ghetto, to never stay settled

Alderman and corrupt mans play pharaoh

Good bring business to the hood like heralds

Five year olds walking by themselves in the street

The young die of cancer, I stop eating meat

Greet the gods on eighty-seventh street like peace

Even though it's war to G, got 'em facin' the east

The game ain't tastin' as sweet

Cash flowin' still and they complacent with beats

My radio station is deep, so F 'em

Progression, countin' paper and blessings in the game

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

Get busy

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame type killing in the game

Hot music