[Intro]
I know you gonna dig this
Where did the game go?
Where
Where did the game go?

[Verse 1: Erick Sermon]
Huh, the game takin' a turn for the worst
Niggas makin’ whatever, doin' it for the thirst
The money and the women, the fame for the position
To be number one, got 'em trappin’ in the kitchen
Cookin' up that white girl, oh yeah, I get it
Everybody a dealer, it goes with the gimmick
The rest of them mimic like they the new Jeezy
Make a couple of records, thinkin' it's just easy
Shit, this the streets, motherfucker, it's beef in it
Niggas don't give a fuck, you see Chief Keef in it
They ain't your friends, ask a stranger
They wanna see you dead
The other people who hungry don't wanna see you fed
The Devil’s a liar, he bring whatever you want in your face, that’s fire
The proper attire
Oh, look at that round fat, brown skin, few tats, hair black
That's not where I was goin’, I was showin' ya niggas the mirror
To see your nonsense way clearer, here's the picture
Hold up, wait a minute, Erick Sermon puttin' on a clinic
Spittin’ up authentic (Mmh), likin' the way I pen it
My team is hittin', like we ran the pendant (Ball game)
I love those thinkin' I'm over (Uh huh)
I pull up, left foot out the Rover
Some ain't believin' it (Nah)
I'm chillin', motherfucker, milk with D in it
I ain't ask to be in it, I was destined for seein' it
So why you wan' try me?
Sayin' I'm washed up, today I used ivory
Everybody askin' me, where I been (Uh huh)
I'm out in Mexico, homie, with Carlos Slim
Everybody askin' who's him?
The richest man on the planet
I'm gettin' that money, goddammit
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