The Game - Common （instrumental）

Confessions

[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]

晓热昏

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