[Verse 1] My love for the game will never die sh** ain't the same so I'd rather die So much more than love and pride I done this sh** like day and night Slave to the game, man, sh** ain't right 365, all I do is write Can't complain cuh the flow is tight And it gets on top when the money's light So I go out there, start moving light Then I think to myself, what's really life? Does three plus two really equal five? Does three plus two really equal five? Of course it does, I just want more But it feels so long when I'm getting five When I put in ten, I just want more So why the f** do I feel like a [Chorus] Slave Slave to the game Slave Slave to the game Slave Slave to the game Slave Slave to the game [Verse 2] How much more can I take of this? Feel like a slave when I'm making this Why's my name not on the list? f** this, I'd rather slit my wrist Wile out and chill with a herbalist Ten years and I still ain't heard of this Piss take, man, I always take the piss Karma, maybe it really is Flicked the coin and that's what they gave me Maybe heaven on earth might save me Or maybe not, might grave me Chain on my neck enslave me Will it slow me down, make me lazy? Can't understand, call it crazy Makes no sense, but this sh** pays me Makes no sense, but it might turn me a [Chorus] Slave Slave to the game Slave Slave to the game Slave Slave to the game Slave Slave to the game