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
n***** 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 s*** 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 n**** be killin' this s***
Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this s***
Let's go, esco bars n****, like Nas n****
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars n****
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call n****
[Break]
Stunna, whattup blood?
"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my n****?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my n****
So, it's YMCMB, wild life my n****, let's get it poppin'"
Rich game
All the time one hunnit
Suwoo
[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I'm from where n*****'ll do your b**** and b**** n*****'ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity b****** 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, s*** on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's s***
n***** know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say s***
Frank Ocean more of a man than you n*****, get up off that gay s***
f*** copyin' styles, n***** be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, n***** just can't f*** with Jayceon
So let's go
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
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
n***** 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 n***** 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 b****** and cars is what I'm into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I f*** with Wale, Ross, and my n**** 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
[Hook]
[Outro: Game]
And last but definitely not least
I wanna send a special shout out, to my n**** James Harden
Another Los Angeles n**** carrying rockets
Ballin' on you b******
[Skit: Kevin Hart]
Ay man, look
You done rocked with my n**** Game,
First of all Game, shouts out to you
You put your foot in this album's a**
Here's the thing man,
This is your public service announcement for free
This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album
At the end of the day, man, you can't be judged
If you a man to God, then be a man to God
If you a n**** from the streets, god d***it, be a n**** from the f****** streets
At the end of the day, you are who you are
God made you for a reason, man
Now I'm not saying go kill nobody,
I ain't saying go smack ya lady in the face
What I'm saying is, be who you think you are, man
Don't mix that s*** up
At the end of the day, look
Am I perfect? NO
Do I want to be perfect? NO
Does God know I'm not perfect?
...Well that's a f****** question mark, cause here's the thing man
Cuz I'm praying at the wrong times of the day,
That's weird, and I'll talk to you about that later
But man bottom line what I'm saying is this dude
Be you do you, can't nobody judge you but you
And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to,
Then f*** it man!
You got one life! Live it!
With that being said,
Pray for me
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
n***** 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 s*** 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 n**** be killin' this s***
Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this s***
Let's go, esco bars n****, like Nas n****
The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars n****
Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call n****
[Break]
Stunna, whattup blood?
"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my n****?
Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my n****
So, it's YMCMB, wild life my n****, let's get it poppin'"
Rich game
All the time one hunnit
Suwoo
[Verse 2: Game]
New coupe, remove roof
I'm from where n*****'ll do your b**** and b**** n*****'ll do you
Inevitably we take celebrity b****** 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, s*** on Swizz, I handle my biz
The whole world know what I do to Dre's s***
n***** know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say s***
Frank Ocean more of a man than you n*****, get up off that gay s***
f*** copyin' styles, n***** be tracin'
Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, n***** just can't f*** with Jayceon
So let's go
[Hook: Elijah Blake]
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
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
n***** 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 n***** 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 b****** and cars is what I'm into
You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe
I f*** with Wale, Ross, and my n**** 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
[Hook]
[Outro: Game]
And last but definitely not least
I wanna send a special shout out, to my n**** James Harden
Another Los Angeles n**** carrying rockets
Ballin' on you b******
[Skit: Kevin Hart]
Ay man, look
You done rocked with my n**** Game,
First of all Game, shouts out to you
You put your foot in this album's a**
Here's the thing man,
This is your public service announcement for free
This is from me, to you, and everybody who listens to this album
At the end of the day, man, you can't be judged
If you a man to God, then be a man to God
If you a n**** from the streets, god d***it, be a n**** from the f****** streets
At the end of the day, you are who you are
God made you for a reason, man
Now I'm not saying go kill nobody,
I ain't saying go smack ya lady in the face
What I'm saying is, be who you think you are, man
Don't mix that s*** up
At the end of the day, look
Am I perfect? NO
Do I want to be perfect? NO
Does God know I'm not perfect?
...Well that's a f****** question mark, cause here's the thing man
Cuz I'm praying at the wrong times of the day,
That's weird, and I'll talk to you about that later
But man bottom line what I'm saying is this dude
Be you do you, can't nobody judge you but you
And at the end of the day if you doing hat you supposed to,
Then f*** it man!
You got one life! Live it!
With that being said,
Pray for me