[Verse 1 - Welcome to the Where everybody like to pray: Akbar You scared to say "God?" call me Game because I play hard So get your helmets and face guards I spit holy water, have a Face Off: Nicholas Cage say the boy is off the chain like two Pits in a cage Your girl say my flow the bomb I swallow grenades Respect the up in this shit so you gotta get paid Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with them Techs I'll Raid on top of insects. die fuckin they family Oh, where I'm from they that "incest" Open the Bible, good book serves its for shook crooks Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a look the hook: In heartless world that I live in I learned that I can't depend on love It made me a Saint So take it all with me to the graveyard [Verse 2 - The ain't as new as the saint it look They bury ministers right next to straight crooks And Nas told niggas they was and they'd look Niggas rhyme about banging, getting on Facebook Now put on your wall, I put that on the wall I shot-call and brawl quicker Jon Wall I'm killing these niggas, bought everything year And feeling these niggas. I mean I was numb last year Wasn't feeling you niggas. Came To sell a few more mil on you Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah nigga I ain't of no ghost all the dead rapper's albums are selling the most [Verse 3 - Some say the 3rd puts niggas in a hearse Since I was Jay, guess I'm the Gift & The Curse Lot of Bloods out here, but I did it first Still blood out here that's why I'm up in the Still for my sins, but not all the way Cause I just rode up in the Benz and homie the K What he gon do it? Probably run up on your crew with it what I call rap beef, luckily I'm through with it Now I just lean back, '72 it Sell it to a nigga down South, he act a with it Back to haters and the stool-pigeons You're too busy judge us stars, but how are you living?