JAY-Z, Sauce Money, Memphis Bleek - What the Game Made Me lyrics

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 wishin 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
Knowin I outclass three-E niggas in the six
So I outblast 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 they wall out
Hard to think about your future with
Nothin to gain hard to concentrate on school
With stomach pain
Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin 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 rollin in the six
I come through cocky, holdin 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 tryin to get it though
Rhymin with this six digit flow
Gettin fly is the minimal
Holdin somethin is the principal
Respect this young nigga that's
Holdin the torch
Preachin shit like the crack game
Don't take shorts
Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard
Til you got somethin icey, 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 umm, 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 nuttin 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 eatin 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 nothin 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