Red Rolls, White Ceilin’ The Game

[Verse 1]
I'll be in a red Rolls, white ceilin'
No body, no casket, just blood spillin'
I ain't a new President but I love killin'
They like, “Game, where ya been?”
Blood chillin'
But not on no islands and villa
I’ve been lost in Compton with some drug dealers, uh
I bought the Relapse, loved it, hit the block, hugged it
Kobe still makin' crack, the new Kobe shoes-ism
But I ain't seen 'em in years
Still survive like niggas threw me off the first tier
Still the most gutta, spit the most butta
Them shoes got more game than niggas at the Rucker

[Verse 2]
My first million was standin' on the project bulidin', yeah
Everybody in the world know the feelin'
When you feel like you made it
Feel like you the greatest
And everybody that don't like you call 'em haters
'Cause the haters be watchin' (That's right)
Cops be watchin' (That's right)
But I be on the block sellin' crack, straight glockin'
I'm from Compton, fool, you know what it do
Made my first million, what about you?