Entering the Game lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, I f*cked n*ggas up, when I jumped in the game
Young dude slash dope boy, done made him a name
With a [?] n*ggas couldn't understand
They like what the f*ck he doing? This the sh*t that I'm saying
I done lived all the sh*t you n*ggas rapping about
And I dress all the sh*t these n*ggas yapping about
Like these sucka ass n*ggas, at the radio station
I ain't never had a song played in heavy rotation
They like Gotti, that political sh*t
Serious sh*t, but still, that's some pitiful sh*t
But regardlus if they feeling this sh*t, or just tryna hold a n*gga back
The streets still hearing my sh*t
And my fans, they request my songs
And the P.D. neglect my songs
Tryna dissect my songs
Yo Gotti got the streets on lock
I had a dream like Martin Luther King did, that the hating would stop

[Chorus]
All I ever wanted to do
Was get in the game, make some music like you
You know, bust these n*ggas, tryna baller block
Took something, now a n*gga got the game on lock
It's like, all I ever wanted to do
Was make the easy money like you
You know, but these n*ggas tried to hold me down
Diamonds up, go ahead and pass the crown
[Verse 2]
First hit, f*ck a n*gga b*tch [?] sh*t
Next song, got a n*gga on, how 'bout this?
So much respect for the M, I ain't gon' say I'm the king
But I'ma leave it to the fans, if you know what I mean
So I jumped into the rap game, asking for suggestions
Blessings, none of these n*ggas answered my questions
Blessings dropped out the sky, lead the way for Gotti, got me a piece of the pie
And I realized, sh*t ain't what it seems
If you hustle, keep hustling, getting your cream
Watch your motherf*cking paperwork, and watch your team
n*ggas scream all that love sh*t, but be [?]
About no motherf*cker but self
But I sware [?] death
Yo Gotti just keeping it real, cutting straight through the confusion
A street n*gga f*cking with music

[Verse 3]
I give a f*ck about a deal, b*tch, I'm still in the North
With [?] and [?], posted up on the post
Been [?] all the time, but n*ggas lyed in the south
And hit you with the real facts, and n*ggas grinding it out
Like in 36 zones, they straight diming it out
Rob a rock on the block, no [?] out
Now that's the type of sh*t I be rhyming 'bout
Sogh up the block, go cop a watch, shine it out
But these n*ggas don't hear me though
I'm a street n*gga til the day they kill me though
Gotta [?] on them pounds of dro
Posted up on the [?] talking 'bout a publishing deal
I'm like n*gga, I ain't got time to talk
They wanna shake some, then send some, otherwise, my time is [?]
Until then, dawg, you know where I be
Right here, serving fiends in the North, on the first and 15th
[Chorus]
All I ever wanted to do
Was get in the game, make some music like you
You know, bust these n*ggas, tryna baller block
Took something, now a n*gga got the game on lock
It's like, all I ever wanted to do
Was make the easy money like you
You know, but these n*ggas tried to hold me down
Diamonds up, go ahead and pass the crown