The Game & Big Hit - The Game Won't Stop (Official Visualizer)

(Big Hit) Okay queen

I apologize from the bottom of my heart

I love you

(Big Hit) Dear sisters

Apologize for all the disses

All the times I called you bitches

And acting so distant

A na so relentless

Arguments so senseless

Your heart so vicious

Accept my apology

The devil tried to body me

You know I'm just a rider see

When a man is on his own, he's in his comfort zone

Never know what's on his dome, 'till his conscious gone

Like the Dead Sea Scrolls

Like Prince holding onto a vault full of songs

(Uh) I can't let that go

Payback, James brown, gotta get back bro

Fosho life's too short

First get that dough

Gotta bless all my kids, so I left it there for dead

Understand that the Feds kidnapped me for the bread

Modern day slavery, they trapped me, they baited me

Now I'm in CDC my family members hate a G

Blatantly swept a na under the rug

Threw me under the bus, dragged me straight through the mud

On Bloods this Lanes, but I'm a grown man first

Give a fk how hard you are, this st hurt

Now who gone die first?

I lay my life on the line

I ain't got time for church they preaching peace to the blind

While my people's out here dying, ns closing they eyes

Like they ain't getting slaughtered next, we all in that line

Look at Cosby, Bobby, Michael Jackson and Prince

Kanye ducked a bullet, I guess Jamie was next

Wake Your Game Up, na

(Hit-Boy) I wake up everyday and say, "how can I wake my game up?"

Situations was hard, most of 'em I gained from

I wanna see my seed grow old and my gang up

Some people look in the mirror and they wanna change stuff

Some people look at they own kind and wanna kill 'em

Nothing is accidental, knew this since I was little

Telling stories verbatim, st that I couldn't make up

Can't hit the snooze button, homie, Wake Your Game Up

(Hit-Boy) You don't know me, you knew me bro

Off tequila driving home drunk from the studio

I've been spared so many times by God's grace

Said I'd never do that st again but a hard day

Mixed with hard liquor, and hard facts

It's fd off that I'm still stuck in this contract

It could be worse

Big Hit was just down stuck in the box

Now we got connects in TV and film coming to chop

Meetings at Chateau, private jets to Arizona

Touch down for 72 hours and bend some corners

I'm moving right cause the small victories add up

Had years of bad luck

The walls was tagged up

My area had us with a hunger for more

Like Lloyd Banks album, hard times I had to deal with

Homie I can't count em, instead of counting me out

You gotta count me in cause I'm taking it to the max

Like the volume is

I'm ducking industry opps, pops had to duck the cops

Hiding cash in the air ducts after he scrubbed the pot

I was making beat after beat for ten seasons

Devil couldn't get me himself, he sent demons

Give me a soulful instrumental, imma bleed it

Till it turn red like G's from Pasadena

Too many years ns slept

So I'm making plays on the phone 'fore I get up out the bed

(Hit-Boy) I wake up everyday and say how can I wake my game up?

Situations was hard, most of 'em I gained from

I wanna see my seed grow old and my gang up

Some people look in the mirror and they wanna change stuff

Some people look at they own kind and wanna kill 'em

Nothing is accidental, knew this since I was little

Telling stories verbatim, shit that I couldn't make up

Can't hit the snooze button, homie, Wake Your Game Up