[Flame] 🔥 The Game - Made in America Lyrics
[Produced by Bongo]
[Intro: Mvrcus Blvck]
 Started with a dollar and a dream
 Sorta like Jordan getting cut from the team
 Sorta like Dre ‘fore he met Jimmy Iovine
 I was lost out here, real niggas know what I mean
 I said I started with a dollar and a dream
 Sorta like Jordan when he won his first ring
 Sorta like Dre with the headphone thing
 You could be whatever you want nigga, we all kings
[Verse 1: The Game]
 I had a dream last night, I was Rich Porter
 Then I had a dream I had a bitch like Kim Porter
 Then I had a dream I had bricks like transporter
 Change my life like Steph Curry in the fourth quarter
 What if you drove by a playground and witness Michael Jordan Taking off for his first dunk, bet you wish you had your camcorder
 That’s the type of shit I’m made of
 That’s the type of shit I’m made of
 Fourteen carat gold, Raekwon first album
 Nothing but a G thang like when Dre met Calvin
 That’s the type of shit I’m made of
 That’s the type of shit I’m made of
[Intermission]
 Yeah, Yeah
 Ay, wherever Nas is in the world
 He gon’ fuck with this, what up, God?
 Queensbridge just like Compton, dog
 In Inglewood niggas just like Yonkers, y’all
 Where them Angels at?
 Sing it for me one more time
 While I pretend to sniff this line
[Verse 2: The Game]
 I used to wanna be Eazy
 Then I realized it wasn’t that easy
 I used to wish that I was 2Pac
 Then I realized that might get you shot
 Figured I just gonna be myself though
 Niggas hate me, Documentary on they shelf though
 In this Impala, old school like some shell toes
 Had a fake gold chain, but don’t nobody else knows
 That ain’t the type of shit I’m made of
 That ain’t the type of shit I’m made of
 Snitchin’ on my homeboy, gossipin’ bout old boys
 Keep buyin’ them Ferraris cause I grew up with no toys
 That ain’t the type of shit I’m made of
 That ain’t the type of shit I’m made of
 I’m just trying to get my weight up
 I’m just trying to get my weight up
 Hol’ on, I’m just tryin’ to get my weight up
 Big Homies drivin’ by, tellin’ me to stay up
 How the fuck I’m ‘posed to stay up?
 When this weed got me feelin’ like say bruh?
 I just seen Mac Dre bruh
 And the Jacka, is we up in the Bay bruh?
 Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again
 I’m with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz
 I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie
 We all make mistakes, look what happened to me and 50
 Record my demo, something that I wish I could do again
 I’m with that old shit, pulled up in my newer Benz
 I went from JT the Bigga Figga to Biggie
 We all make mistakes, look what happened to me and 50