The Game - Ashes To Ashes lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross] I got a house on my face, custom made gla**es Laser on heckler, ashes to ashes, valet to vessel Known as an Aston, the Hoes give you a**, homie, only in my absence Well connected with gang member on most sets Not to boast but get you popped like moet My record sales could never reflect my respect What god damn Def Jam forever in debt Money bags back and forth how carry it on Tattoo dead homies on my arms, still I grieve for 'em As I'm nailed to the crucifix, tears in my eyes, smiling on the inside (Blessed) Nobody cares what I feel like, no Now it's six xanax just to feel right, let's go Periognom in my gla**es, toast to competition Ashed to ashes [Hook: Game] See the fireworks in the club, you know we got bottles See the lambos out front, that tells you we f**in' models Spit real n***a sh**, so you can bump it in the phantom Make it rain for them n***as who ain't never seen Atlanta Red diamonds in the watch, red frames in the lenses How you know you on?, Baby mama driving Benzes Louis Vuiton house shoes, somewhere on the boat Like a snitch n***a body, let this motherf**er float [Verse 2: Game] Champagne in my gla** feeling like a boss Fell in love with a phantom, like f** what it cost Louis duffle full of hundreds, dimes of the purple, keep it G, cause that's me These rap n***as Steve Urkel, survival of the fittest Swimming in the dark, Sea World in my living room, Come and feed the sharks Put on for my city, Or it would have fell apart, n***a rap is like New York Ain't no where to park That's why I got a chauffeur, I don't need a valet, At the game, watchin' 'Bron give it up to Khaled Not a hatin' bone in my body, n***a I salute 'cha You disrespect my hood, I'll f** around and shoot y 'cha We got the world runnin' 'round throwin' up B's n***as saying "soo woo" like they're f**ing chinese Eyes tighter than a virgin when I'm blowing on these grapes, top down blowin' smoke on the f**in' interstate [Hook: Game]