(feat. Kanye West)
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[Chorus - Samples]
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"It's only right that I address this..."
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"Gotta be in it to win it..."
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"I never come lame type killin in the game..."
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"Now... get busy..."
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"It's only right that I address this..."
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"Gotta be in it to win it...."
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"I never come lame type killin in the game..."
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"Hot music..."
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[Verse One]
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Raised by game where niggas ain't phased by fame
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Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain.
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Stay in your lane, Brokeback ain't the way of the game
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My brainstorm is like I stay in the rain
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My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
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You was hot but can't stay in the flame
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Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black
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Can tell the real by how the real interact
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In the middle of whack my soul sticks to a track
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Kickback records get kicked to the back
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I want big cribs and my man Ronnie to get his
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Child in a good school and know what her gift is
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It's global warming, the world is shifting
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Watching Sweet Sixteen, Bitchin-ass rich kids
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You don't know it like you gotta go the distance
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Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the Game
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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I never kissed the ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses
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Thick and I lasted past these rat bastards
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They try to box me in like Cassius Clay
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Hey I'm like Muhammad when he fasted
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Opposing the fascist, make cuts and got gashes
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Scratches over third eyelashes
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Punchlines are like jab hits to rappers
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Whose careers now ashes it's too many slashes
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In his name, came in the game these gun-clappers
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From weak lines to clothing lines to an actress
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I seen em dashing smash hits
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I yell run nigga run while I cook up classics
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The weak hearted, become Babylon puppets
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Making it hard for real hustlas
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Touch the sky now and then, with a lady friend
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Give thanks to the most that's how the day begins in the game.
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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I just wanna be like Akeelah, an achiever
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from the streets of the Chi where some get high for leisure
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Selling weed out of cleaners
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From rocks to barber shops and beemers
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Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena
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The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled
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Aldermen and corrupt men play Pharaoh
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GOOD bring business to the hood like heralds
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Find your own, walking by themself in the street
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The young die of cancer, I stop eating meat
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Greet the gods on 87th street like peace
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Even though it's war to G, got em facing the east
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The game ain't tasting as sweet
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Cats flow is still, and they complacent with beats
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My radio station is deep, so eff em
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Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game
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[Chorus]
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The Game
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