The Game — What Your Life Like

[Verse 1] Thank Dr. Dre for givin' me a chance Thank that big booty bitch Maliah for that freaky dance She gave me last night, jumped in a 'Rari Pull up to her crib and hit that pussy like a crack pipe I listen to Dipset, want Cam and Jim to squash it But how can I say that when I ain't made up with Fif yet? I be watching Power while I benchpress Four plates on each side, maxed out, 6 reps On my Drizzy Drake, yeah 6 rep Rollie with the grizzly face, Mike Conley, is he straight? Damn right he is I go platinum and I violate niggas like Chris Lighty did I make music for all my niggas locked up state With Blac Chyna on they walls—and I done seen her fuck-face Quarter million on the dresser—nigga, what safe? Trigger my alarm and you gon' run into some duct tape [Chorus] I'm still here—they said I wasn't welcome Came in the game and then everybody felt him What your life like? Mine's 'bout gettin' money and bitches 64s and switches, poppin' guns with my niggas What your life like? Mine's 'bout listenin' to Illmatic In my grandmother's attic tryna spit above average What your life like? Mine's 'bout sheddin' tears when Pac died Swimming in money like the Rothschilds Nigga, what your life like? Nigga, what your life like? Tell me; what your life like? [Verse 2] I done have conversations with Timbo Passed on a couple Pharrell and Swizz instrumentals I done wore a two piece tux on Jimmy Kimmel Then came to the hood and whopped your ass like I was Kimbo I done lost 20 millions on lawyer fees But I'mma get it back when I sue Jimmy for my royalties I done had Scott Storch recordin' me Drove through Compton with the doors up—ain't no ignornin' me I done took shots at Jay, I done took shots of 'Gnac I done took shots for Cedar—five couldn't drop me flat R.I.P. to Frog, R.I.P. to Will He was just as ill as Will, so I know how Nas feel Nigga, I'm the greatest "300 Bars" was like 15 minutes long—tell me, how many times you played it? How many times you had your Documentary stolen and replaced it? That's that five-million-out-the-gate shit [Chorus] I'm still here—they said I wasn't welcome Came in the game and then everybody felt him What your life like? Mine's 'bout gettin' money and bitches 64s and switches, poppin' guns with my niggas What your life like? Mine's 'bout listenin' to Illmatic In my grandmother's attic tryna spit above average What your life like? Mine's 'bout sheddin' tears when Pac died Swimming in money like the Rothschilds Nigga, what your life like? Nigga, what your life like? Tell me; what your life like? [Outro] Tell me; what your life like?