Lyrics The Game - Common

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, 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, music

Raised by game where niggas ain't fazed by fame
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
Stay in your lane, broke back ain't the way of the game
My brainstorm is like I stay in the ring

My favorite was Kane, now I'm dope with weight in the game
You was hot but can't stay in the plain
Ghetto pain and windows crack, the fist is like a symbol for black
Can tell the real by how the interact

In the middle of whack my soul stick 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 know, no one like you gotta go the distance
Whether yoga or doja, we all get lifted in the game

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, 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, music

I never kissed that ass of the masses, I'm the black molasses
Thick and I last pass 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 pits 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

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, 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, music

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 beamers

Chicks with blond weaves and strong legs like Serena
The demeanor of the Ghetto, to never stay settled
Aldermen and corrupt mens play Pharaoh
Good bring business to the hood like heralds

Find your own, walking by themselves in the street
The young die of cancer, I stopped 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 [Incomprehensible] with beats
My radio station is deep so eff 'em
Progression, counting paper and blessings in the game

It's only right that I address this
Gotta be in it to win it
I never come lame, type killin' in the game, 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, music