What The Game Made Me (from "I Got The Hook-Up!" soundtrack)

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your wake
I'm wishing arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle
How can y'all understand the struggle?
It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggas in the mix
Knowing I outclass three-E niggas in the six
So I out-blast 'til it's empty clips
And I outlast niggas, survival of the fit
One life, I gotta make sure it's done right
'Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Ball out, until I fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear their wall out
Hard to think about your future with, nothing to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life's harsh, I know y'all running from 'caine
But it'll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that's profound
Live niggas gonna rumble when you backs on the wall
Jive niggas gonna crumble and fall

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rolling in the six
I come through cocky, holding my dick
I never switch shit, 'cause that's some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district
'Cause I could never get rich, and switch my style
I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile
I'm trying to get it though, rhyming with this six digit flow
Getting fly is the minimal, holding something is the principal
Respect this young nigga that's, holding the torch
Preaching shit like the crack game, don't take shorts
Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard
'Til you got something icy, round your neck
In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble
Niggas test it I spit guns, angrily
'Til all that remains is me

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
From um, ho I don't know, to get deez
Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke
Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke
Ain't nothing changed baby but the different faces I stop
Or maybe some of the places I shop
Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air
For some of the hottest beats, still catch me eating at Pete's
Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
'Til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites
Come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggas react later while the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothing changed
Except now I push Coupe's in the dark

I'm what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I'm what you lames can't be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck