What do we think of The Game, by the way, as an artist?
Like he's, he's been around twenty years now
I think he can rap
I always thought Game could rap
Like what do we think? When we think of who's popping
when we think of the West Coast
Like where does The Game land as an artist?
Like you think— what you say, Jess?
I always thought he could rap, I— yeah
The Game gets busy
He's nice, his phonics and his albums nice
The problem, the only problem The Game has is
He's not with a clique on the West Coast, right?
Everybody else is cliqued up, he's the lone soldier
So he's always on his own

Y'all gotta believe in somethin'
Believe in Allah, believe in Jesus
Believe in yourself
If not, then believe in Geezus
All these niggas sayin' that they killers
I don't believe 'em
I still wouldn't if you was Killa Cam
Fuck all you niggas, it's killin' season
I say Drake the homie, y'all say it's treason
I can't believe it
Want me to pick sides, why y'all dick-ridin'?
When you from the Westside, you ain't gotta pick sides
If I can't catch him now, catch him on the flip side
Fuck around, clear the block when a nigga this hot
Got a scope on the AR, let him play God
I'ma blow his head up like he in a fisheye
With a hundred-round drum, it's a Chiraq murder
Got a button on the dash that'll hide that burner
Laid up with your insides out, caught swervin'
Nigga, I want the beef like a Marathon Burger
And I'm workin' choppers overtime
Hold this bitch like I hold my 9
Out my mind, for sure you ride
I'ma make you a celebrity overnight
I'ma pull up to the show tonight
I'ma show you you a ho tonight
My little niggas pullin' up with poles tonight
We gon' make you a celebrity overnight
This white tee oversized, this bitch gon' hide my Draco
This shit come apart like Optimus Prime
then I put it back together like Legos
Feelin' like Fabo, all-white Fazos, chillin'
Bread come around like bagels, turnin' them tables
You smutted your name out, squealin'
All I hear squeakin' inside them buildings

All y'all niggas be tellin'
None of y'all records is sellin'
All y'all niggas is bitches
My niggas is felons
Y'all gotta pay for pussy
I ain't gotta pay for shit
I ain't even payin' for my sins
On God, I'ma kill him again
'Til there's blood on my face
Blood on my tee
Blood on my hands
Blood on my sink
That's on Blood, it's still One Blood
Nigga, throwin' up Blood out the bloody '63
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Arm hangin' out the window, yeah, nigga, One Blood
You can put it on Crip, I'ma put it on Blood
Don't ask me for shit 'cause you ain't my blood

Let him bluff again, I will tuck you in
You ain't lookin' out for my kids, don't call me twin
Flyin' up the 10 in a brand-new Benz
Laid back in a Maybach, no new friends
Nigga, I'm on one, fuck what he be on
You niggas CB4, that I done seen before
So crawl from under your rock, turn the TV on
I shot niggas on the same block you see me on
Don't make me laugh again
I'll blast again, I'm fast as wind
I'll run up in the trap you in and spazz again
And when I hit the net
They gon' think the whole Westside
of Compton on your ass again
Yeah, I'ma let the chopper blow tonight
Blacked out like a crow tonight
Cook a nigga like glow tonight
I'ma make you a celebrity overnight
This shit is poltergeist
Any way you wanna roll the dice
We gon' shoulder lean like Dro tonight
I'ma catch me a new felony overnight
I cook this shit like fentanyl
They gon' break this up like a dotted line
And I'm tied to the paper like a dollar sign
Anything to keep a nigga up outta mind
I got a California state of mind
I carry all the weight 'cause the weight is mine
I came out when this shit was dry
I paid my dues and paid the fines
For you ungrateful niggas
I can't debate with niggas
And I brought the K for niggas
'Cause I just can't be fake with niggas
Serials, it's great for niggas
I draw lead, erase you niggas
Put that on God, it's me against all odds
I'll pop the steerin' column on the GNX and wait for niggas

'Cause all y'all niggas be tellin'
None of y'all records is sellin'
All y'all niggas is bitches
My niggas is felons
Y'all gotta pay for pussy
I ain't gotta pay for shit
I ain't even payin' for my sins
On God, I'ma kill him again
'Til there's blood on my face
Blood on my tee
Blood on my hands
Blood on my sink
That's on Blood, it's still One Blood
Nigga, throwin' up Blood out the bloody '63
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Arm hangin' out the window, yeah, nigga, One Blood
You can put it on Crip, I'ma put it on Blood
Don't ask me for shit 'cause you ain't my blood