[Intro: The Game]
Ah bitch, shut the fuck up
We don't fuck with no cats
We dogs in this motherfucker
Black Wall Street
So one track will strap the pansy
Top Dawg Entertainment
My only top dog
Know you named his record company after himself

[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm running from the room with the surface
Like you got a black car
Like he ain't a gangster homie, he just act hard
In L.A., he ain't a blood, he a rap star
In New York, dude is pussy, I clap ya'll
Soon as I hear it, I put the Bentley in reverse
Turn my fitted to the back
Step on the breaks and crack
Like, deaths for yappin', that's what happen
Runnin' the Rampart Division, and clap thе Captain
Like, that's for Big, that's for Pac
That's for pulling me over thе same day The Documentary dropped
Now, back on the block with the Louis Vuitton, sack full of rocks
Full Metal Jacket, that's for the cops
Commit suicide, run up on me, you will die
Hoppin' in the shootin' ranges to Glock'in since Junior High
Behind the bungalow is where my n***a say shoot the five
From the dice game to my [?]
(Record scratch)
[Verse 2: Rich Rocka]
I'm lyin' man, this whole fucking industry is wack
Like, I gotta know how to snap to get put on the map
Sight for sounds was dissin' me up