[Verse 1: The Game] Jacob sold me my first couple pieces I was killing niggas who misunderstood what deceased is Spent half a mill on a Ferrari, I coulda leased it Driving Scott Storch’s Bugatti ‘fore they released it Drop The Documentary, rockin’ khakis with creases Dope and hip hop, it resurfaced with some leeches Ten times platinum, now I’m chillin’ where the beach is Time to show the world what a motherfuckin’ beast is Blanca, bullet proof cars in Sri Lanka 12 years old, on his shoulder, a rocket launcher 10 thousand miles away, there’s an owner of a corner store A white man walks in, spit shinin’ his Audemar While somewhere in Africa, Jo-Burg and Congo is goin’ to war Rebels enslavin’ they own people, diggin’ water or Get murdered ‘cus that choppa is a carnivore He found one and stole it, now the village tryna find that boy
[Hook: Game] Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Look at Blood Diamonds Blood Diamonds Now take a look at Blood Diamonds
[Verse 2: The Game] How you sellin’ the shit our people is diggin’ for Diamonds, cotton, that belong to niggas though LeBron and Durantula gave America a look at gold And what you give us back, is another fucking liquor store And we need blunts, so we walk in that motherfucker Money in the safe, so we in that motherfucker But you can’t forget the tape, tryna pin a motherfucker DEA ain’t got a case, I’mma win that mothercuker And it ain’t about the Chinese, dude, I eat Chinese food Where you think Michael Jordan find these shoes We robbin’ each other for ‘em, think I should hide these jewels Run up on you in broad day with them Siamese 2’s But nah, Mandela did 28 straight Without a fucking complaint, put a afro on a saint Put a wig on a judge, put a nigga in some chains Over change, kill him, lethal injection inside his veins
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[Verse 3: The Game] Brutus killed Ceasar and Judas killed Jesus John Wilkes Boothe killed Lincoln and you thought he freed slaves What the fuck was you thinkin’ ? Nigga fuck Lincoln I’m rolling up kush in my Lincoln, now let it sink in Rolled against Obama now you divin’ in the deep end I’d rather take my chances at this water fountain drinkin’ Where the fuck is the loyalty, knock these niggas fuckin’ teeth in In the hood singin’ like they Aubrey or The Weeknd Pull that towel from under that door, and let it seep in There’s a lot of shit I Don’t Like, so bring Chief Keef in I don’t like these phony ass jewelers with that fake shit Overcharging niggas an arm and leg just to make shit And you wonder why we take shit, y’all put us on slaveships That’s the reason we hate shit, rob our own niggas for them
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