[Verse 1: Legendary $kib]

Turn me up in the headphones a lil' bit

The Game Is Mine, nigga

Man, these niggas ain't fucking with me, they never can and never will

I've been the man since the sandbox, watching Sandlot making my own rules

The Game Is Mine! shit, I'm old school

You cannot compare me to these new niggas

I am not, nothing like these new niggas

I fear that you get me misconstrued, so I rap to the old school beats

Bringing new school heat with my brother Geeta G

Different mothers but we both sons to the game

Yeah, our father's the same, never fucking with you lames

I could never understand how you sell out for a little piece of fame

Diamond rings, and a couple gold chains

The ignorance is strange! shit, but how can I complain when I know my

Little brother feels a pain that I can't even explain

Laying in that hospital bed and getting rolled around in that wheelchair

Shit ain't fair! If anyone should've been there, I know it should've been me

I know he wouldn't agree, but that's just how I feel

And shit's been real ever since

The time spent, separated myself constant from nonsense the concentration mind flips

Ignorance to educated, deep thoughts of sober thinking, but I do get faded, nevertheless

Disrespectful shit, I will not take it

Second guess, and you will not make it and that's an understatement

You can underline or over-think it

Little nigga with a mastermind keeping one eye open, call me Plankton

The Game Is Ours! I'm here for the taking

We only came for the Benjamin Franklins, shit sweet, cinnamon flavored

King seat, head of the table, meetings at the end of the day

Making sure the ends meet at the end of the day

I gain it all just to give it away

To save face we say grace before we feast on the prey

That's the beauty and the beast turned predator

Compared to his competitors, there is no comparison

Done with you lames and you characters, Acting out of character

Fuck around and get wrote out the script

Sidewalk niggas talking street shit but never foot on the cement

My life ain't no fairy tale, this shit is very real

I'm dodging jail cells and cemeteries, I'm low key

I Never fuck with the police, so show me what these niggas really talking 'bout

Geeta G, Kick these niggas in they fucking mouth!

[Verse 2: Geeta House]

I was

Born in August, way too early to see pops leave, no wonder I was born

Fallin'

But this the come-up, I tell moms everyday we're gonna' shine when her son is up

I gotta grind, We're the new comers coming for commas

They wanna' shun us, pull us under

And blame it on the greed but they can't Big Pun us

Trying to rap with your eyes on a deal

Is like trying to eat with your eyes on your meal

Me, I keep my eyes on the millz, staying meek

Slaying beats so I can feast with my peeps

I'm a killer when I speak, I would call you beef

But you're really just veal! ill, I pick you out my teeth

My brothers are lil' dirty niggas from the grill so they got to floss

Try to cross and we'll find you like the Holocaust

It's genocide when these niggas ride

Wash the blood off your hands when its dinner time

Sit at the table, saying "thank you" to the most high

For keeping you safe from most guys thinking you Chocha

Eager to get you wet like coasters

And I broke ties with niggas with closed eyes cause they'll pull under

Imagine letting Stevie Wonder drive! It's suicide and where I'm from its "Do or Die"

I'm just a raisin in the sun spitting Cajun from the tongue

Any day I'm not working is time wasted

I'm just a young nigga tryna' make it, grinding from the basement

Until I'm acquainted with sky-scraping suites and bank account statements

Living dangerous! Chains and whips could never compensate for the slave ships

So we mastermind until they feel your anguish (until they feel your anguish)

They try to wipe we down when I act an anus, cause talking shit only leads to the angus

Niggas will brainlessly aim at your frame and stain you with the stainless

Man, I just hope it's painless

I'm the same ol' G and I'm growing so anxious to gain a sense of vanquish

To be the anchor, put moms on acres, garage with a Range and a motherfucking Vanquish

I'm down to make it as long as it makes sense

To be a made man, this shit takes a lot of maintenance

But can I remain nameless?

Cause I don't want to be famous!

Thought about parking bullets in my brain because this shit is only driving be insane!

I'm 'bout bills, bitches begging me to change

And that's probably why I'm single to this day

Cause I know no other way!