Game Ain’t Based On Sympathy Rick Ross

[Intro]
Reminiscing on that, uh
I remember they used to give us that free cheese
A big block of that shit, hehe
Yo, hehe, man I'm glad y’all ain't gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain't gotta see that cheese, yo
(M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)
You know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw, feel me?

[Verse 1]
Renovatin' the ghettos, movin' me elsewhere
Daddy didn't see pension, they took his healthcare
Affordable housin' and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn't care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can't run from the echoes
And I still hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
MAC-11 next to Grammy invitations
I'm never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefin' with rappers, it's just murder or nothin'
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Mutumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words that I mumble