[Verse 1 - to the graveyard Where everybody like to pray: Allahu You to say "God?" They call me Game because I play hard So get your helmets and face guards I spit holy water, lets have a Face Off: Cage They say the boy is off the chain like two Pits in a Your say my flow the bomb like I swallow grenades Respect the up in this shit so you gotta get paid Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with twin Techs I'll on top of insects. Niggas die fuckin they family Oh, where I'm they call that "incest" Open the Bible, good book serves its purpose for shook Heavenly Father, I we in Heaven, be a good look Sing the In this world that I live in I have learned that I depend on love It hasn't made me a So I'mma it all with me to the graveyard 2 - Game] The cemetery ain't as new as the saint it They bury ministers there next to straight crooks And Nas niggas they was shooting and they'd look Niggas rhyme 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 everything last And wasn't these niggas. I mean I was numb last year feeling you niggas. Came back To sell a few mil on you niggas Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah nigga I ain't of no ghost Cause all the dead rapper's albums are selling the [Verse 3 - Some say the 3rd verse puts niggas in a I was born Jay, guess I'm the Gift & The Curse Lot of Bloods out here, but I did it first Still blood out that's why I'm up in the church repenting for my sins, but not all the way Cause I rode up in the Benz and handed homie the K What he gon do with it? run up on your crew with it That's what I rap beef, luckily I'm through with it Now I lean back, '72 with it Sell it to a nigga South, he act a fool with it Back to haters and the stool-pigeons You're too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you