Hustlin’ The Game

Keep on trying
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
C, C, Can't hold me

Verse 1
This is dope boy music, American Dream
We let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream
No Auto-tune unless I'm tunning out the burrough
Flying through ya borough, (Red) Camaro
I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush
With that 4-5 coat hanger, bang em and let me push
I used to get my ass wooped for listenin to spice 1
On the court, game point, fade away, nice one
Same court where the fiends get they white from
Hustle till the night come
Crouch down low, with a pocket full of money
Shooting dice in my white 1's
Roll another seven of the night on my white 1's
I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin
Moms and pops was both gangsters any drama I will slump 'em
How the fuck you think I got the name Game
Same way them Lakers got all of them fucking rings
Hustlin