The Game Lyrics

The Game lyrics

It's only right that I address this

Gotta be in it to win it

I never come lame, type killin' 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 killin' in the game, music



Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame

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

Stay in your lane, broke back 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 plain

Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black

Can tell the real by how the interact



In the middle of whack my soul stick 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 know, no one 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 killin' 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 killin' in the game, music



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

Thick and I last pass these rat bastards

They try to box me in like Cassius Clay

Hey, I'm like Muhammad 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 his name



Came in the game these gun clappers

From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress

I seen 'em dashing smash hits

I yell, "Run, nigga, run, while I cook up classics"



The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets

Making it hard for real hustlas

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 killin' 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 killin' in the game, music



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

Aldermen and corrupt mens play Pharaoh

Good bring business to the hood like heralds



Find your own, walking by themselves in the street

The young die of cancer, I stopped eating meat

Greet the gods on 87th street like peace

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



The game ain't tasting as sweet

Cats flow is still and they [Incomprehensible] with beats

My radio station is deep so eff 'em

Progression, counting 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 killin' 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 killin' in the game, music