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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