Keith Masters - Game Day: Part II lyrics

Chorus: I gotta believe In my grind, it's my time, you know I'm gone shine I gotta believe Go all the way, no matter the price, I have to pay I gotta believe In the pain, to be the best, in this game I gotta believe I gotta believe I gotta believe Man, the flow is so enlightening I'm running tracks back Like a Titan Got the crowd buzzin with excitement My sk**s are quite frightening, easy with the fighting I'm a heavyweight, with speed like Tyson So lend me your ear This is Majic Secondaries disappear See the end zone, I am there The monster from Midway, reppin those Bears Navy blue and orange, don't be scared I'mma linebacker tackler like Urlacher The fact is my immacuate venacular is simply spectacular Dig? Hit real hard like Lance Briggs Legendary mind for the game like Joe Gibbs Stutter step, juke move - that's how I shake you This a brand new sound, you can call me a breakthrough I'm All Day like A.P. - I don't brake, dude I move through competitors, you know I'mma break you Chorus Hey, you be where the losers at You can catch me downfield, I'm where Victor Cruz is at Do a little Sal-sa in the end zone Yeah I got the moves to match And the tools to rap I'm one hell of a catch No phone booth Pull the shirt apart a little, now you shown proof I'm a superman like Cam And I'm comfortable with y'all seeing who I really am You talking best young talent, how about me? You can't bring me down, Gronkowski I'm just striving for perfection That's the only thing I got in common with a Packer Got pocket protection, so fear of getting sacked is not a factor 16 and 0, that's what I'm after For the glory ain't no telling what i'll do May take off a head or two, Ndamukong Suh Chorus Aiyo I got the team to clap for Lose a game, turn around and run em back for All day, go hard til my back sore Even my count is hard, yo what did you react for? I do it all for the love and thrill I get a little dough - y'all like T.O. - no more Bills No team and no game - head for The Hills Holler at Spencer Pratt & Heidi, homie - ya'll gettin k**ed Man to hell with the whiners I'm rushing for the gold Like the 9ers Plus I get picks like miners You not a martyr, but i'll make you wish you weren't here Oh you a starter? One hit can end your career I go harder, you can feel the shock in the air I'm like a Charger, Lights Out, play with no fear I'm kinda hot right now, so I'mma leave the track scortchin And make another fortune, on several more endorsements Chorus