[Verse 1 - Welcome to the Where like to pray: Allahu Akbar You scared to say "God?" They call me Game I play hard So get helmets and your face guards I holy water, lets have a Face Off: Nicholas Cage They say the boy is off the chain like two in a cage Your girl say my flow the like I swallow grenades Respect the rules up in this shit so you get paid Or you gotta get spayed like Windex with them Techs I'll Raid on top of insects. Niggas die fuckin they Oh, where I'm from they call "incest" Open the Bible, good book its purpose for shook crooks Heavenly Father, I think we in Heaven, be a good the hook: In this heartless that I live in I have learned that I can't depend on 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 ministers there right next to straight crooks And Nas told niggas they was and they'd look Niggas rhyme banging, getting whooped on Facebook Now put that on your wall, I put 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 feeling you niggas. Came back To sell a few more mil on you Toast! I'm in the Phantom, nah I ain't scared of no ghost Cause all the dead rapper's albums are the most [Verse 3 - Some say the 3rd verse niggas in a hearse Since I was born Jay, guess I'm the & The Curse Lot of Bloods out here, but I did it first Still out here that's why I'm up in the church repenting for my sins, but not all the way Cause I just up in the Benz and handed homie the K What he gon do with it? Probably run up on your with it what I call rap beef, luckily I'm through with it Now I just lean back, '72 it it to a nigga down South, he act a fool with it Back to them and the stool-pigeons You're too busy tryna judge us stars, but how are you