[Produced by: Statik Selektah] [Intro/Scratching] If the game shakes me or breaks me, I hope that It makes me a better man, take a better stance [Verse 1: Lecrae] Look This song's dedicated to all the kind of Gs that seem miseducated A young Malcolm Red got up out of his prison bed Said "I'ma leave a mark on this world when I'm dead" X marks the spot A lot of clowns get shot But they living for nothing when he died for a lot From the blocks to the prison Many have risen and lead But I can't get a job cause they be testing my peace Man, I keep it real I got tired of calling in sick Waiting for an A&R to come and find me in the sticks Ain't had the money for school, so I applied for scholarships From black and Indian roots, it's amazing what you get Was I wonderfully crafted to piss and pay taxes Made a reflective master and lay on the mad tricks, get up, get out Get something man, cultivate a creation Don't blame it on your lack of education Go to church, go to school, Walk the earth, watch the news Type a person that hates what he learns called a fool Type a person that don't want to work called skinny Type of person that learns and applies I call winning You were wired to be hungry for more than what you currently are But you spoiled your appetite on these mediocre bars Mediocre stars is all they shooting for It's a wonder why we rarely get far [Verse 2: Posdnuos] She got Bette Davis eyes, Phyllis Diller grill The game that she's name is such a k**er ville! k**ed to be k**ed, you might end up in a dirt With no guarantee to end up on a shirt Made to work hard up until the coffin So when you're hard at work, you don't get to see d**h's cousin often But why rest? When the rest of the world is like yo Grown man, you need to drop up some pearls! Them legends from the ground up pulled me through school Had me run up on stage and look 'em dead in they eyes Known to do the same, school the newest to the games So when they run up on stage they look 'em dead in they eye Phone and I'm known as a vet We don't take kindly to some old school title around the neck Challenge the game herself to a game of wealth She laughed and gave me money, but I kept my fame on stealth Quiet money still money and we talk tall She got her face dolled up, white nose all on froze lines The snow crawled up in the calm They claim they dope, stay shot up in the arm The B. Manilow be the handle though They say that we made it But the low part check it your dated But if the game shakes me or breaks me A better man, I will become 'til the day I will be done [Verse 3: Termanology] Uh, it's too much ice grilling with eyes closed It's too much ice work and fly clothes We gotta get our priorities in order Before we go and order another pair of Jordans Cause I got a daughter, she fine, she taken care of this time Or is just another D minus you get for always lying Can you go and put it behind us? So what you trying to find? I ain't trying to say I'm perfect, but I sure am trying One thing about me, feel the music in my soul Could have changed up, could have went the wrong road Seen the door opened, could have seen the door closed Could have seen the cup empty, but I've seen the cup full Now that the tank full, man, where you wanna go? I ain't gotta sell records for my heart to go, go Learn that while you're young, save a lot of heart break Drop j**els on your son, listen to what mom say Son, first was the apostle second was the prophet Third was the teacher, now they all watch him Try to be peaceful, man I'm just trying to live Cause Lord knows I had problems at my momma crib Life had me stuck, oh, making dollars there But the dollars I was chasing, they was counterfeit So bogus, living your life hopeless Up against the ropes just trying to stay focused While I'm on this Earth, I'mma try to progress I know a lot of men that's rich, but they know less But since I guaged being rich with health, God, fam My friends and my fans, I'mma die a rich man!