Can I

[Intro: DJ Drama]

Quality Street Music (Gangsta Grizzillz)

[Verse 1: The Game]

I'ma write these raps like my cup runneth over

I'ma write these raps like book of rhymes got stolen

I'ma write these raps like Nipsey still somewhere on Slauson

I'ma write these raps like I was born and raised in Marcy

Can I write these raps like I'm Biggie off his stoop?

Can I write these raps like I'm Crip walkin' with Snoop?

In a red Nike Tech, can I write it from a YN's perspective?

Moissanite necklace in a Hellcat I might die in

Can I spit these bars like I'm freestylin' for Nas?

Outside of Hot 97 while I'm leanin' on 50's car

Can I spit this verse like I'm outside of Niketown?

With Donda's son, back and forth, need a Lil Boosie to come and wipe me down

Can I drop these names? I mean, this shit just part of the game

And, no, I'm not insane, I never claimed a Long Beach gang

Can I spit my truth? It was Dr. Dre that cut me loose

Everybody was movin' shady, I just didn't have no proof

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & The Game]

What dreams are made of (Realest shit I ever wrote)

What dreams are made of (Might just have to kill a GOAT)

What dreams are made of (Realest shit I ever wrote)

What dreams are made of

[Verse 2: The Game & Eric Bellinger]

When I die, tell 'em study my brain at Harvard

So they can understand why Malcolm X never met Marcus Garvey

I'm on a different type of time

And this ain't for the top forty, these are different type of rhymes

Type shit, they got Ol' Dirty and Young Thug with Mariah

Type shit went into the veins of Richard Pryor

Type shit have you in your Maybach cryin'

'Cause your memory startin' to fade and you ain't take no pictures prior

Can I pray for y'all, do it one time for my granny?

Can y'all pray for me, that my next album win a Grammy?

Can I cheer for Dot 'cause I knew one day, he'd be great?

Keep it one hunnid, tell y'all I still fuck with Drake

I'm standin' in The Gap with all these tattoos on my face

And my Dodger hat will never be worn with no disgrace

Tell 'em, "Copy that," I'm a GOAT and I know my place

You would think I just beat a murder and dropped Murder Was the Case (Mm)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger, The Game & DJ Drama]

What dreams are made of (Oh, realest shit I ever wrote)

What dreams are made of (Na-na-na-na-na, might just have to kill a GOAT)

What dreams are made of (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, realest shit I ever wrote)

What dreams are made of (Legendary, Gangsta Grizzillz)