[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 n***a 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 n***as in the mix
Knowin I outclass three-E n***as in the six
So I outblast til it's empty clips
And I outlast n***as, 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 n***as gonna rumble when your backs on the wall
Jive n***as 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 n***a 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, rhyming with this six digit flow
Getting fly is the minimal, holding something is the principal
Respect this young n***a that's– holding the torch
Preaching shit like the crack game, don't take shorts
Throw it down, it's a bet – n***a, 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
N***as 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 n***a 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 eating 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 n***as 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 nothing 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 n***a what? Live as fuck