Brake Lights The Game (Ft. Busta Rhymes)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
My nigga Game
I remember when I first met the nigga!
Nigga hella-flamed up, flagging and all that
Nigga told me he come through Cedar Block
Out there in Compton and shit
I said if this was one of my niggas from New York this nigga be my nigga
Even though he from the West Coast, he still my fuckin' nigga
Crazy shit though is even though it seem like the homie be strugglin' between good and bad
At the end of the day, it always come from a genuine place
Love that nigga

[Verse 1: The Game]
I wake up in the morning to Ciroc and some pancakes
Give a fuck about a bar, bitch, this a mixtape!
Give a fuck about a car, bitch, this a Rover!
You drivin' a mistake like me dissin' Hova
But I don’t give a fuck, nigga, do it all again
Rule number one, never make a rap nigga friend
But I run up on a muthafuckin' rap nigga Benz
In Miami feeling like Khaled, “All I do is win"
Eighty thousand on the bracelet, watch got a face lift
Drivin' through the hood in this muthafuckin' spaceship
Feelin' like the first man on the moon
Draped in all black, whole club full of goons
Pumpin' bottles 'til them pretty hoes move
Tonight I’m fuckin' with bitches with scars and bullet wounds
Live in that Ferrari, sleep in it like a tomb
Soo Woo straight up out my mama womb, nigga