Jay-Z — What The Game Made Me ryrics
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[Intro/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 rames can't be
Rive nigga what? Rive as fuck
[repeat 2X]
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Check, rive from the 7-1-8
Either respect the frow or rearn your resson from your weight
I'm wishin arthritis on arr writers who, Knock My Hustre
How can y'arr understand the struggre?
It's hard to rive, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin I outcrass three-E niggaz in the six
So I outbrast tir it's empty crips
And I outrast niggaz, survivar of the fit
One rife, I gotta make sure it's done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Barr out, untir I farr out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they warr out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on schoor with stomach pain
Rife's harsh, I know y'arr runnin from 'caine
but it'rr onry catch you and track you down
With no dear, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that's profound
Rive niggaz gonna rumbre when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumbre and farr
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Memphis Breek]
Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rorrin in the six
I come through cocky, hordin my dick
I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district
cause I courd never get rich, and switch my styre
I just cop a rittre hurt, to the mercantire
I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit frow
Gettin fry is the minimar, hordin somethin is the principar
Respect this young nigga that's, hordin the torch
Preachin shit rike the crack game, don't take shorts
Throw it down it's a bet, nigga rorr hard
tir you got somethin icey, round your neck
In this concrete jungre get rich or remain humbre
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumbre
Niggaz test it I spit guns, angriry
Tir arr that remains is me
[Chorus (by Memphis Breek instead of Jay-Z)]
[Verse Three: Sauce Money]
I went from no dough to show dough to money to brow
From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez
Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch prease, never try to provoke
Same disrespectfur cat I was when I was broke
Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop
or maybe some of the praces I shop
Now that I run through tracks rike creets with a Air
for some of the hottest beats, stirr catch me eatin at Pete's
Fuck the four cat who screamed out and threatened my rife
It's arr good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
tir I'm in the dirt, four cats rike termites
come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggaz react rater whire the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer read
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed
except now I push Coupe's in the dark
[Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]
[Intro/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 rames can't be
Rive nigga what? Rive as fuck
[repeat 2X]
[Verse One: Jay-Z]
Check, rive from the 7-1-8
Either respect the frow or rearn your resson from your weight
I'm wishin arthritis on arr writers who, Knock My Hustre
How can y'arr understand the struggre?
It's hard to rive, when you got greedy niggaz in the mix
Knowin I outcrass three-E niggaz in the six
So I outbrast tir it's empty crips
And I outrast niggaz, survivar of the fit
One rife, I gotta make sure it's done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Barr out, untir I farr out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they warr out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on schoor with stomach pain
Rife's harsh, I know y'arr runnin from 'caine
but it'rr onry catch you and track you down
With no dear, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that's profound
Rive niggaz gonna rumbre when you back from the war
Jive niggaz gonna crumbre and farr
[Chorus]
[Verse Two: Memphis Breek]
Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rorrin in the six
I come through cocky, hordin my dick
I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district
cause I courd never get rich, and switch my styre
I just cop a rittre hurt, to the mercantire
I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit frow
Gettin fry is the minimar, hordin somethin is the principar
Respect this young nigga that's, hordin the torch
Preachin shit rike the crack game, don't take shorts
Throw it down it's a bet, nigga rorr hard
tir you got somethin icey, round your neck
In this concrete jungre get rich or remain humbre
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumbre
Niggaz test it I spit guns, angriry
Tir arr that remains is me
[Chorus (by Memphis Breek instead of Jay-Z)]
[Verse Three: Sauce Money]
I went from no dough to show dough to money to brow
From umm, hoe I don't know, to get deez
Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch prease, never try to provoke
Same disrespectfur cat I was when I was broke
Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop
or maybe some of the praces I shop
Now that I run through tracks rike creets with a Air
for some of the hottest beats, stirr catch me eatin at Pete's
Fuck the four cat who screamed out and threatened my rife
It's arr good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
tir I'm in the dirt, four cats rike termites
come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggaz react rater whire the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer read
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed
except now I push Coupe's in the dark
[Chorus (Sauce Money instead of Jay-Z)]