Verse:
Picture me in history fore I hit your screen
White t-shirt, blue jeans stay creased and clean
Free-styling as I walk down the block a routine since a pre-teen
Vivid dreams of upcoming scenes
Like a motion picture of a young n---a that's become sick of
Mentally scheming to become richer
Started to figure that threatening to pull guns triggers
Bring funds quicker then I was on one n---a and it was
Colder days I now call older days
So amazed when I look over my shoulder blade
Member when mama was yelling out "hold the faith"
When it seemed there was no escape from hopeless fate
So it takes more than fake
N---a's yelling over mics with no noise to make
To impact any part of my mental state
I'll make you hate what I state and yet still relate..... yeah
Chorus:
Straight from the bottom to the top
Look below cause I'm fly like a bird just watching my sh** drop
No specific aim I randomly hit spots
Enter in this game an reign on hip hop (x2)
Verse:
Comical attitudes when people ask "when the album dropping"
You know you're good when you see all the haters flocking
People don't understand the sh** that I drop
It's like throwing you in water with your foot to a rock
You tried to battle with me so I gave you my gun
But you didn't begin so you couldn't be done
When I shine people say my sh**'s the shadiest
If God gave you your style then dog I'm atheist
I don't know the formula but I got the answer
I'm unbelievable but sh** I'm not Prancer
Girls acting like Tina T say they wanna be my private dancers
They understand I'm like cancer
When I spread I'm kind of hard to maintain
N---as start bobbing their heads when they hear Mink's name
Putting instruments together is like a orgy
These b**h-a** n---as in the game adore me ooh.
Chorus:
Straight from the bottom to the top
Look below cause I'm fly like a bird just watching my sh** drop
No specific aim I randomly hit spots
Enter in this game an reign on hip hop (x2)
Verse:
In the midst of tricks plus n---as taking sips of
Liquor or a quick puff when a Philly's lit up
Young Cleva fore he turned Mr.
Spit a verse and make a n---a curse ready to kick dust
After getting ripped up pissed cause I disrupt
When I spit what I spit such eloquence the
Evidence was evident to
Anyone with nuts who attempt to enter in the center
Verse:
I flip trip styles every time that I bust
Got married preacher women falling into my lust
Fading n---as out when I plug in the MPC
An optometrist cause I change what you see
I don't like dicks so you know I'm not co*ky
No rap like Kobe no ball playing hockey
You tried to protect yourself with a vest that's tin
Y'all wanted some hot sh** Clev we did it again damn
Chorus:
Straight from the bottom to the top
Look below cause I'm fly like a bird just watching my sh** drop
No specific aim I randomly hit spots
Enter in this game an reign on hip hop (x4)
© 2004. © 2014 Lightbourne, Lamette
Album: The Game of Life (Re-released)
Artist: Rob "Cleva" Lightbourne