[Verse 1: Game] Holdin' my daughter in the booth Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still But hope ain't lost cause Dr. Dre the man still Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill And I ain't lost the hunger, I'm eatin' out the can still
Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now I know they listenin' like This young nigga be killin' this shit Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this shit Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga
[Break] Stunna, whattup blood? "Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga? Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga So, it's YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let's get it poppin'" Rich game ? one hunnid Suwoo [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/the-game-freedom-lyrics.html ] [Verse 2: Game] New coupe, remove roof I'm from where niggas'll do your bitch and bitch niggas'll do you Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo And murder is what I do to These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin' Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon So let's go
[Hook: Elijah Blake] Laa, da da da dup da ah Thought you love me before I'm glad? Every hood needs an anthem Laa, da da da dup da ah Winning comes with a price No matter how hard you try Can't buy freedom We're far from being free Yea we're far from being free We're far from free
[Verse 3: Game] Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased Niggas saying I'm underrated Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement Let me find a gun up here, [when?] I leave you niggas under pavement Tell 'em they rent's due, pay up or get cement shoes All this dope be around, you act like I ain't lean on that fence too But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya Now turn this mufucka up and blow speakers
Ladies and gentleman I would like to introduce to you An incredible gentleman He goes by the name Elijah Blake Let's go
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[Outro: Game] And last but definitely not least I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets Ballin' on you bitchesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
