[Hook]
In this game, it's only right I win
To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in
We made it through all kind of sin
Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Fucked me up that y’all done load that trash drop
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Be a legend, not another mascot

[Verse 1]
Criminal minded but the love got me cracking at it again
Duckin 12, rolling 16s, trying to make it happen
Got n***as budding in my biz, bitch is saying it's just a friend
Don't make me have to mop the floor with your funny hair, get in
Rolling cannabis for problems, had groupies to feed the ego
And I knock my Timberland 4, I roll, living in some Zillow
It's okay to like new things, you've turned it into R&B, though
Them boys don't really want it with banks, I smoke a 3-0
Living too fast in hindsight, screaming, let with the replay
At 19, had my young gun, just put the Mac on the freeway
Always alert, don't get left ready But DJ
If you're sleeping on me, go to your deathbed on your b-Day
Usually sound dark, bringing you light to time I don't
I don't need no fucking partner, bitch, Texas Like my envelope
I was construction suited and skully No type of designers bro
Wishing a MC jump out the window play geromino
[Hook]
In this game, it's only right I win
To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in
We made it through all kind of sin
Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Fucked me up that y’all done load that trash drop
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Be a legend, not another mascot

[Verse 2]
The root to failure is developing sleeping habits
So I'd rather insomniac prodigy, he can have it
A firm believer, he can dream it, he can have it
Then he bent the rules, overachievers amongst the average
You couldn't resist the call of the corner, I couldn't either
But I would meet me for like a big man or my Lil Ceasar (BIG)
Juvenile years were critical, he'd see the consequence
Dropped out, but made it off dedication and common sense
But then my world got him full of sleep on the project bench
Hell yeah, I'm leaving, they gave me reason in my defense
The clock still ticks through the bullshit, ain't no time to vent
N***as copied when they critiqued, took it all as a compliment
Nasty from A to Z, play with me, take a big L in the city
Always see murder, might be next to B-Real
You're anticipating the fall, hopping hurdles until I am
From the jumping on the killer mic, fucking shit up on cam
[Hook]
In this game, it's only right I win
To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in
We made it through all kind of sin
Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Fucked me up that y’all done load that trash drop
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Be a legend, not another mascot

[Verse 3]
How’s a fake n***a gon' get validation, I don't agree with
It’ll be sickness when I drop my EP, and diesel needed
Back then, your expectations easily exceed the recent
Through this trendy shit, I be the outcast, your team's the precinct
Problems diving on me in sequence, drowning a quarter-pound
Time I found a life so, oh, bitch, I needed a doggystyle
Paid prescriptions, got these boys balls, most of them corny now
Intuition told me to turn on me, they had to warn me wild
City labeled us public enemies in our school days
Wish me the worst, but I'll be Gucci, Cuban Link and Cool J
It's changing the game, leaving my legacy off while the loot plays
Stuck to my roots, married the street, marijuana bouquets
Check CNN for the War Report on these last days
If 15 was a tech, non-sub, but she in my black phase
Critics critique criteria, lyricism's my rap page
There really ain't no way you can fuck with me, n***a, crack pays
[Hook]
In this game, it's only right I win
To go down with the greats is deserved, you can't just write them in
We made it through all kind of sin
Born in this cold world and hip-hop changed my life again
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
You think you winning, but you're sinning for the fast prop
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Fucked me up that y’all done load that trash drop
(Hip, hip, hip-hop, hip-hop)
It takes your heart and soul to make the track hot
(Hip-hop, hip-hop)
Be a legend, not another mascot

[Outro]
Yeah
This one goes out to New York City, baby
South Jamaica, Queens in this motherfucker
Yeah
Nowhere left to go but the top, boy
Uh!
Yeah!
And you say New York City
One’s for the money, soon as it hit the top
The grind don't stop