Born 2 Rap - The Game

I remember I was rappin' for a year and a half

Couple tears in the glass

Some gunshots then I appeared on the map, bust it

In the studio, way in the back with Busta

Next mornin' back to weighin' the crack, fuck it

What if Dre don’t make an album out my demo?

At least me, Snoop, and Nate Dogg smoked some indo

Mel-Man told me, «Be patient,» thanks for the info

Next thing I know, I’m in Hits Factory with Timbo

Came back and threw the Range on Lorenzos

I’m reminiscin', lookin' out this Lamborghini window

My Granny told me I’d be bigger than Nintendo, Game

Let the top down so she could scream her grandson name

We on our way back to the nursin' home listenin' to Just Blaze beats to put

these verses on

My life almost got cut short on the 'Math, 'til Jigga told Dre «Hate it or Love it» was a smash

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in the room in my zone writin' classics

Who do it better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Shit sound like I found the Fountain of Youth

It’s like the bald-head Game steppin' back in the booth, true

I’m the only nigga rap like I do, proof

Who survived after 300 Bars, who?

Nobody, I’m still countin' these bodies

Still countin' these millions

Still make everybody quiet when I walk in the lobby of that Interscope buildin'

I still drop one line and have 'em all in they feelings

I know you miss me but I just been in Calabasas

Bought the crib far just to stop from whoopin' nigga’s asses

I’m the definition of classic

I’m the feelin' fans used to get when they rip the shit up out the plastic

How many legendary studios got my plaques in it?

New Lambo truck, let’s see if I can start from scratch in it

And I started from the bottom of the block

Hate it or love it the underdog still on top, nigga

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in my room in the zone writin' classics

Who rap better than me?

I sit alone in the room in my zone writin' classics

Who do it better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Who rap better than me?

Game was always open arms

You know what I mean?

And, you know, he was the only one for a while

Yeah

From the-from the generation after the Snoop, Dre, Pac

So Game was-he held the position of-everybody looked to Game

For-for, you know, «Hey, listen to my tape, woo»

And I actually met Game in my hood on Crenshaw and Slauson

And I was outside on the block with like twenty of my homies

And, um, I see the Range Rover, I’m like, «That's Game right there»

And we all walked up to his car and I handed him my CD

And on my daughter, he had a Glock on his, on his hip

I mean on his lap

And that’s what made me like, I ain’t gon' say made me respect Game

I respect Game off all the things he done

But when we met, you know what I’m sayin'?

It was um, I was in the middle of my hood, you know, with all my homies before

rap

And Game was drivin' through solo with a, with a Glock in his lap

You know so

No security, just solo?

Nah, nah, on the solo (On the solo)