InfraRED The Game

[Verse 1 - The Game]
Red Rose, white ceiling
No body, no casket, just blood spillin’
I ain't a dead President but I love millions
They like “Game, where ya been?”
Yeh Blood chillin’
But not on no islands or no villa’s
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers
I bought the Relapse loved it, hit the block hugged it
Em still spit crack the Aftermath oven is a muthaf-cker
But I ain't seen it in years
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
My album’s got more game than niggas at the Rucker
Who said I’ll never go Platinum, never drop a Phantom
I park my shit at every strip club in Atlanta
Peace to my nigga T.I. for keeping a level head
Niggas I know flip after doing bids in the feds
So peace to C-Murder, come to my hood see murder
Ain't a street in my city that you ain't heard of
Bought up on the block, no love, black Glocks, chrome slugs
And we all fit OJ’s glove
And I’ma keep name droppin’ long as my name poppin’
I mean long as the ‘cane poppin’
All white nikes, white Range, white pipes, crack in the concrete
Living the coca-leaf life
I switch cars like superhead switch stars
You know why, cause I’m a crook bitch
Fuck ya book bitch
I live life like ain't no money on my books bitch
I write the 16, you sing on the hook bitch
Dickin’ em out, foreign cars I’m whippin’ em out
Been gang bangin’ since the first Pippen’s was out