Lyrics Made In America - Marcus Black , The Game

Sing it for me one more time
(more singing)
Well I pretend to sniff this line
I used to wanna be Eazy
Then I realized it wasn't that easy
I used to wish that I was 2Pac
Then I realized that might get you shot
Figured I just gonna be myself though
Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
In this Impala, old school like some shell toes
Had a fake gold chain, but don't nobody else knows
That ain't the type of shit I'm made of Snitchin' on my homeboy, gossipin' bout old boys
Keep buyin' them Ferraris cause I grew up with no toys
That ain't the type of shit I'm made of I'm just trying to get my weight up Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up?
When this weed got me feelin' like (?) bruh
I just seen Mac Dre bruh and the Jacka
We up in the Bay bruh
I wish that I could go again
I'm with that old shit
We all make mistakes look what happened to me and 50