Confessions

The Game

Album Who Got Game?

Intro

Turn me up in the headphones a ‘lil
I want everybody to hear that shit

Chorus

This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta
Look at me now

Verse 1

How the fuck would you feel? If you had to share every meal
Every night, with your foster brothers and sisters
I think about my mom and I missed her
Nights after watching the A-Team, when I kissed her
I use to want to be Mr. T, or Murdock
Which one was it? uhh… then I heard shots
It must be coming from 133rd block
Where them West side Piru niggas birds pop
And the Crips ain’t far away
You got Nutty Blocc, Grape Street, and the PJs
Where niggas 15 years old with beers like Freeway
And you can die over he say and she say
Like “your cousin told my brothers baby momma”
That Game done started that drama
In the projects, yeah the same ones that they said Carmelo got robbed at
But I talked to him, he said it didn’t happen
Nigga you play ball, I’ll be the rapper

Interlude

(..give a fuck about these NBA ass niggas anyway
I ain’t make it, I play ball, nigga I’m jealous nigga
You don’t play for the Lakers anyway punk)

Chorus

This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta
Look at me now

Verse 2

Sittin’ inside 40/40 talkin’ to JAY
2 and a half hours watchin’ the Lakers and the Nicks play
He told me the same thing I heard Fif’ say
Spit your heart out long as the shit pay
I was bangin’ where the bloods and the crips stay
Dre found me and let me eat off his plate
I got full then I came back to feed my niggas
You no longer gotta bleed my niggas
Kill each other over jealousy and greed my niggas
God made it rain now water your seed my niggas
It’s Black Wall Street you and me my niggas
Long as it’s tatted on your skin you gon’ be my niggas
Any drama you’ll see my niggas b-l-double-o-d c-r-i-p my niggas
In the cemetery twice a week to see my niggas
Wishin’ I could trade places and be my niggas

Chorus

This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child who grew up to be a gangsta
Look at me now

Verse 3

Wanted to fuck Brandy just as I start fuckin’ with Q Richardson
Word to my jumpshot I was sportin’ that new Clippers shit
Picture this, I was a gang-banger
Now I’m rappin’ with Lloyd Banks, Young Buck and 50 Cent
Think about it, would these hatin’ ass niggas
Be bitchin’ if they knew how to load a Glock and hit a fence
Fuck no I’m from Cedar Block, nigga fuck y’all
That Michael red Milwaukee Buck dog
Y’all never wanted to be an all star
Hatin’ on him cause of the red lace and All Star’s
That shit foul when I’m far from Ray Allen
Stay wildin’, the only young gun with jake talents
I swear to god I can’t wait for September
To dismember these niggas was hittin’ at Jigga’s
Fuck you scared of, of ’cause you hear buzz
Or ’cause he’s from Compton the reason you feel blood
I’ve been cryin’ so long when I’m sad my tears blood
Blood tears ’cause we lost the last 10 years
I came to get it back, load the clip with Dre tracks
The only thing that could stop me is if you bring JAY back

Chorus

This is my confession, you can take time to listen
Or turn your back on me, but this is my confession
The life of a troubled child Who grew up to be a gangsta
Look at me now

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