Jay-Z - What The Game Made Me (ft. Memphis Bleek & Sauce Money) (Audio, Lyrics) - Lyrics
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Jay-Z unveils new single "What The Game Made Me" featuring Memphis Bleek & Sauce Money exclusively.
Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Chris Liggio.
Yesterday, the Jigga Man made a big move to make his musical repertoire available on his TIDAL streaming service, bringing "Glory," "From Marcy To Hollywood," and "What The Game Made Me" onto the platform for the first time.
For those who have along for the ride since day one, it's unlikely these deep cuts will be new territory for you -- but still, hearing young Jay trading bars with Memphis Bleek and Sauce Money over some grimy production from Chris Liggio is a welcome breath of fresh air in these modern days of ours.
Much like "From Marcy To Hollywood," the vibe is entirely nostalgic, a snapshot of a bygone era that many still love.
"I'm wishing arthritis on all writers who Knock My Hustle, how can y'all understand the struggle?" he ponders, setting things off with a dexterous flow.
"I outblast til its empty clips, and I outlast n***s, survival of the fit." What it lacks in refinement it makes up for in rawness, a quality reflected in the performance of all three emcees.
Especially in that of Memphis Bleek, who held it down with an energetic verse that makes us wistful for the good old days of Roc-A-Fella domination.
Jay-Z - What The Game Made Me (ft.
Memphis Bleek & Sauce Money) (prod.
Chris Liggio) Lyrics.
[Chorus: Jay-Z] I'm what the game made me Not what the fame made me No amount of money can change me I'm what you lames can't be Live nigga what? Live as fuck [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Check, live from the 7-1-8 Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your wake I'm wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle How can y'all understand the struggle? It's hard to live, when you got greedy niggas in the mix Knowin I outclass three-E niggas in the six So I outblast til it's empty clips And I outlast niggas, survival of the fit One life, I gotta make sure it's done right Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation Ball out, until I fall out Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain Life's harsh, I know y'all runnin from 'caine But it'll only catch you and track you down With no deal, who you gonna rap to now? Start your own record company, that's profound Live niggas gonna rumble when you backs on the wall Jive niggas gonna crumble and fall [Chorus: Jay-Z] I'm what the game made me Not what the fame made me No amount of money can change me I'm what you lames can't be Live nigga what? Live as fuck [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek] Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six I come through cocky, holdin my dick I never switch shit, cause that's some bitch shit I get the Bisquick take it to the district Cause I could never get rich, and switch my style I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile I'm tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal Respect this young nigga that's, holdin the torch Preachin shit like the crack game, don't take shorts Throw it down it's a bet, nigga roll hard Til you got somethin icey, round your neck In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble Niggas test it I spit guns, angrily Til all that remains is me [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] I'm what the game made me Not what the fame made me No amount of money can change me I'm what you lames can't be Live nigga what? Live as fuck [Verse 3: Sauce Money] I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow From umm, ho I don't know, to get deez Never, "Excuse me miss," bitch please, never try to provoke Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke Ain't nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop Or maybe some of the places I shop Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air For some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete's Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life It's all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood Til I'm in the dirt, foul cats like termites Come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper Dead niggas react later while the cancer spread Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain't nothin changed Except now I push Coupe's in the dark [Chorus: Sauce Money] I'm what the game made me Not what the fame made me No amount of money can change me I'm what you lames can't be Live nigga what? Live as fuck JAY Z