[Chorus - Samples]   "It's only right that I address this..."   "Gotta be in it to win it..."   "I never come lame type killin in the game..."   "Now... 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..."   "Hot music..."      [Verse One]   Raised by game where niggas ain't phased by fame   Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain.   Stay in your lane, Brokeback ain't the way of the game   My brainstorm is like I stay in the rain   My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game   You was hot but can't stay in the flame   Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black   Can tell the real by how the real interact   In the middle of whack my soul sticks 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 don't know it like you gotta go the distance   Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the Game      [Chorus]      [Verse Two]   I never kissed the ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses   Thick and I lasted past 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 hits 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.      [Chorus]      [Verse Three]   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 beemers   Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena   The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled   Aldermen and corrupt men play Pharaoh   GOOD bring business to the hood like heralds   Find your own, walking by themself in the street   The young die of cancer, I stop 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 complacent with beats   My radio station is deep, so eff em   Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game      [Chorus]