What The Game Made Me

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

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

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]

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 your backs on the wall

Jive niggas gonna crumble and fall

[Chorus: Jay-Z]

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

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]

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 Hertz, to murk in style

I'm tryin 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 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

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]

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

[Verse 3: Sauce Money]

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 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

[Chorus: Sauce Money]

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