I got love for the game That's why i'm rhyming and always stay in the booth Never lying to the people, always telling the truth I feel the ba** in my chest It gives power to songs Girl rippin' when i'm home about the hours i'm gone I can't help it The studio where Paul be at I tried to walk away from it but it called me back I give out pride, sh** i even quit my job For the one that i love to work Music Recognized by my heart as the sk** of the game Pour my heart on a track and have you feeling my pain I've seen alot of hard times on the way to success When i'm mad, writing a rhyme is my way to express Lay back and fall deep in a verse If i was out in the sreet (yo), i'd probably lay sleep in a hearse There's nothing like when you on the mic tearin' a track And you come from out the booth and start hearing it back Everybody there loves the sound (lovin' it) That's why they give you hugs and pounds Now you know you were spittin' this You got the whole room vybing the same You ain't doing the for watches and chains You got love for the game Love what you do and do what you love Love what you do and do what you love For the love of the game I only deal with dollars and change Switch places from big faces one in the same With Snares and kicks prepared to mix In the both till I'm dead No roof on my head Even tools in the shed Got a place to stay But a place to lay? That's what I deal with on a day to day Phone off heat off loan sharks spaghetti no meat balls At least yall can eat y'all Feel my strain on a cloudy feel my rain No food no drink just hunger pains Thinkin everyday who this chrome 'gone k** Smile in women face for a home cooked meal Right now I hate my life But love the way I write For real I think I seen my d**h Think I like bumming cheese from Jeff? Pockets of my jeans on e and they seems on f I'm a hard working all nighter ASCAP sesac song writer worldwide weedhead bong lighta (lp version) Feel my blood and tears But my love is the drug that got me loved and revered from thugs for years It's the game yo Last verse © Baby Blak Love what you do and do what you love Love what you do and do what you love Yo Blak it seems like we both feeling the same Remember when i walked away and you were still in the game? (uh huh) That sh** was hot, i'm still feeling the flames Plus you never forgot Every other verse spillin' my name Chillin' with dames to will they range k**ing their brain with game If not cousin i be still in the train Like you said, we ain't willing to change I'm feeling you man Yams see family and we Stick together Shows overseas spit together No doubt for the love of the game We gonna keep staying the same When you're not around laying your dame Getting paper from a play in the lane Keep heat for any hater that wanna test the rap And even more on the wax so that Jeff could scratch I atest to that Still walk on (?) on back Same ghetto, same whip, still stressed on crack Just wanna back y'all Nothin' less than that Just want some cash cars and some records with Blak It's just a game yo And whether or not I still got love for hip-hop It's the game yo Love what you do and do what you love Love what you do and do what you love