The Game

[Intro] (Oh yeah, Berki, this the one right here) Uh, mhm-mhm Mhm, uh, to the grave Uh, uh [Verse 1] Generations of pain (So much pain), done made this lifestyle strange (Uh) I was in the field 'til my life got changed ('Til my life got changed) Slow down, off of them pills in a hospital dazed Came out chasing these mills, now my lifestyle praised (Praised) But I cannot complain, this the shit a nigga prayed for (Uh, I can't complain) This the shit that we cried, trembling from pain for (Uh, from pain) This the shit that we slide, stumble through the rain for (Rain) Letting thangs pour before touching a range .4 I'm not no role model, I come from known sorrow (Uh) Where they unload hollows, hitting don't do no gospel (No gospel) We came from Remy and candles to drinking gold bottles (Gold bottles) From where the devil come grab you and get your soul swallowed [Chorus] Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane) Uh, uh They gotta feel my pain, ayy (My pain, uh) I pray I never change (Change, uh), promise I been the same (Been the same) From the cradle to the grave Uh, uh (From he cradle to the grave) Oh, from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh) Oh, from the cradle to the– (Grave), oh, from the cradle to the– (Uh) Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave [Verse 2] Tears fallin' on top of that plot soil (Ayy) No matter how much you made, won't change that they plotting on you Them losses charged to the game (Gain), so tired of dressing formal Told you stay out the way (Formal), the reaper came knocking for you (Reaper came knocking for you) So scared to see how your moms look (Uh), hug her tight while her arms shook To my brothers we all we got, to the public we armed crooks (We all we got) The good leaving us young, and the tough ones get all booked (Uh) Get low when them shots rung, them shooters get on foot (We got shot) I'ma keep leaving my mark 'til they remember my name (Name) In that cage where it's dark, I be steppin' the same Told me pain and the hurt gon' get better with fame (Fame) All the things that you taught went from the cradle to motherfucking– [Chorus] Uh, stay in my lane (In my lane) Uh, uh They gotta feel my pain, ayy (My pain, uh) I pray I never change (Change, uh), promise I been the same (Been the same) From the cradle to the grave Uh, uh (From he cradle to the grave) Oh, from the cradle to the grave, ayy (Uh) Oh, from the cradle to the– (Grave), oh, from the cradle to the– (Uh) Uh, uh, the cradle to the grave [Outro] [?] they givin' it up 'Cause they got shot Man came back nice and rappin' I'm 'out to be like that loud, I'm watching the NBA now, nigga The NBA, my brother, I'm coming back nice The NBA, it's–, here I come, that's a fact, I won NBA 50 Cent was a nice-ass rapper when he got shot I got shot three times, I ain't die nigga, I'm savage, that's a fact How that nigga, ha-ha, ha