The Game - All The Way Up (Freestyle) lyrics

They call me G4 Game I got a G4 mane Got 3-4 chains If you step into the light Then you can see more bling I ain't into the hype But the story of my life is directed by hype Half a mil' on the Lambo, had to roll the dice If she married to the game, tell that b**h throw the rice Slip and fall in p**y, that's just the life Ten thousand a month on child support, that should suffice Chump change to a n***a who got it Jump lanes witcha boo in Bugattis And your boo in Bugattis I'm from a era where, you ain't have it You co*ked your pistol and ran up on a n***a who got it You don't want to see 10 Impalas pull up on Broadway Chrome to your chin like you doin' pull ups on Broadway Hurricane, Meek, Puff, Game through the hallway 30 million dollar crib, mile long hallways All the way up, no all the way down Servin' you clowns, I won't stop, won't stop now Aftermath 'til the d**h of me They call me The Game n***as won't stop reffin' me J. Cruz, we on our sh** And all these haters they stay fallin' off my (my brother) And my baby mama, her to Hermes, got a new purse too 2 baby mamas, save the drama for somebody who care Me I put the pistol to your [mother] f**in' hair You know me, you know I'm straight outta Compton Some call it Bompton, tell 'em "Stay all the way up" Don't matter if it's ese wit Blood I got somethin', I'm in the strip club, makin' it rain All these other rappers out here tryin' to make a game I'm takin chains, and you heard about it You gon' read about it I'm in AOD, come and see about it Throwin' money in the air Soon as it hit the ground, I get a new wad and Throw it all the way up Yeah, I throw it all the way up Drinking Ciroc 'til I throw all the way up West side in the air, put it all the way up Yeah, breakfast bars and we out