by Marcellus Brown
I am the game
The reason why you can’t get a job
Your friends are the reason why my pockets seem to throb
I am the voice in your head saying , “now you need to rob”
The reason why you spend all your money on crack
When you got a three year old crying in the back
Now tell me that ain’t whack.
I DARE YOU TO TRY AND END ME!
MY PEOPLE WILL JUST WASH YOU OUT, AND I HAVE PLENTY!
‘Cause getting greenbacks is what my team is about
So go ahead and shove that yay up your snout
I am the reason why our hearts are so damn dark
The reason your grandpa’s heart just couldn’t start
I am the reason why your only option is jail or death
I am the game and there ain’t no ref.
So you either get with it or get lost
You might as well play it
‘Cause in the end there’s always a cost.