How Far I Came The Game (Ft. Roddy Ricch)

[Intro: Roddy Ricch]
(Hit-Boy)
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Came from the bottom, what a wonderful feeling
Look you in your eyes, I can calculate your realness
I bought an AP, my lil' nigga want a killswitch
The more money, more problems, you gotta deal with
Rocks on the chain, all white like cocaine
Double R, Ferrari, got me ridin' both lanes
Three hundred on the watch, five hundred on this chain
Just imagine how far a nigga came

[Post-Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
You can't imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came
Imagine how far I came

[Verse 1: The Game]
Nigga, I came out the trenches
Catchin' fades on them blue line benches
I kept a Glock, used to pull mine, trippin'
Bust a shot, found a trashcan and threw mine in it
Momma mad about the rag, I had to tuck in the Jansport
Walkin' past the Compton sheriffs, fuck them and court
Water cut off, I had to get it when my hands short
Took the strap and slapped the shit out my momma landlord
My little sister wanted cereal
So I had them Honey Grahams on imperial
Period, interior on the Cutlass, I'm serious
Orange foam hangin' out like it was bit by a terrier
And where I'm from, niggas ain't got that many options
On the corner with the rocket, gettin' gone, we ran the option
Before Dr. Dre, I was slangin' rock to the doctors
I gots to get mine and get the fuck out of Compton, nigga