[Verse 1 - Welcome to the Where everybody like to Allahu Akbar You scared to say "God?" They call me Game I play hard So get your helmets and face guards I spit holy water, lets a Face Off: Nicholas Cage say the boy is off the chain like two Pits in a cage Your girl say my the bomb like I swallow grenades the rules up in this shit so you gotta get paid Or you get spayed like Windex with them twin Techs I'll Raid on top of insects. Niggas die fuckin they Oh, where I'm from call that "incest" the Bible, good book serves its purpose for shook crooks Heavenly Father, I we in Heaven, be a good look the hook: In this heartless world I live in I have learned that I can't on love It hasn't me a Saint So take it all with me to the graveyard 2 - Game] The cemetery ain't as new as the saint it They bury ministers there right next to crooks And Nas told niggas they was and they'd look Niggas about banging, getting whooped on Facebook Now put that on your wall, I put that on the I shot-call and quicker than Jon Wall I'm killing these niggas, bought last year And feeling these niggas. I mean I was numb last year Wasn't you niggas. Came back To sell a few mil on you niggas Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah nigga I scared of no ghost Cause all the dead rapper's albums are the most [Verse 3 - Some say the 3rd verse puts in a hearse Since I was born Jay, guess I'm the Gift & The Lot of Bloods out here, but nigga I did it Still blood out that's why I'm up in the church repenting for my sins, but not all the way Cause I just rode up in the and handed homie the K he gon do with it? Probably run up on your crew with it That's what I call rap beef, I'm through with it Now I just lean back, '72 it Sell it to a nigga down South, he act a fool it Back to them haters and the You're too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you