The Game

If the game ain't stoppin', then why are you?

We ain't tryna get fired, homie, we fireproof

This ain't nothin', yeah, this ain't nothin' I'm tryna lose

'Cause it's a cold man's world and I'm a cold man for sure

If the game ain't stoppin', then why are you?

We ain't tryna get fired, homie, we fireproof

This ain't nothin', yeah, this ain't nothin' I'm tryna lose

'Cause it's a cold man's world and I'm a cold man for sure

Aww, it's the music

Aww, it's the music

If you askin' 'round town, girl, that's what made me do it

And now you lookin' foolish, talkin' shit wit' yo' newest

While we up in this studio sayin' "Let's do this"

I'ma make it (aww), I'ma make it

Small town kid, big dreams of gettin' famous

I hear 'em whippin' down these streets bumpin' to my latest

Two finga's to the ones who said I'm not the greatest

They put me on their playlist, they put me on their A-list

They put me on, they put me on, dog, I'm always playin'

Do you feel the movement? This is real-ass music

Crazy ass kid under the influence, look at me

Look at me with my hoopty in the street

And my homies riding with me, freestyle backseat

Hit the floor, I'm the king, this is war

No regime, automatic, systematic

Undefeated in the ring

If the game ain't stoppin', then why are you?

We ain't tryna get fired, homie, we fireproof

This ain't nothin', yeah, this ain't nothin' I'm tryna lose

'Cause it's a cold man's world and I'm a cold man for sure

If the game ain't stoppin', then why are you?

We ain't tryna get fired, homie, we fireproof

This ain't nothin', yeah, this ain't nothin' I'm tryna lose

'Cause it's a cold man's world and I'm a cold man for sure

Tell me where to go, tell me what to believe

Guess it doesn't matter though, 'cause it's all up to me

And my heart's still beating at the end of my sleeve

And my mind's always open, still somethin' that you can't read

It's the music, all my homies bumpin' to it (it-it’s—)

Like I ain’t gotta tell 'em, they already knew it

Had a dream, you the king, now you tryna pursue it

Made a paper plane and flew it, now you flyin' into it

Got my head in the clouds and my feet on the ground

So I apologize if I got my volume too loud

I ain't foldin', nah, ain't nothin' holdin' me down

Homie you want this, homie I got this

Homie I run this from the C.L. to C.P.

This shit's too easy (yeah)

I'm waitin', they hatin'

And I don't think they'll ever stop rockin' to me

'Cause ain't nothin' stoppin' me

If the game ain't stoppin', then why are you?

We ain't tryna get fired, homie, we fireproof

This ain't nothin', yeah, this ain't nothin' I'm tryna lose

'Cause it's a cold man's world and I'm a cold man for sure

If the game ain't stoppin', then why are you?

We ain't tryna get fired, homie, we fireproof

This ain't nothin', yeah, this ain't nothin' I'm tryna lose

'Cause it's a cold man's world and I'm a cold man fasho