Can I Lyrics – The Game, DJ Drama

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Quality Street Music (Gangsta Grizzillz)

[Verse 1: The Game]
I’ma write these raps like my cup runneth over
I’ma write these raps like book of rhymes got stolen
I’ma write these raps like Nipsey still somewhere on Slauson
I’ma write these raps like I was born and raised in Marcy
Can I write these raps like I’m Biggie off his stoop?
Can I write these raps like I’m Crip walking with Snoop?
In a red Nike Tech, can I write it from a YN’s perspective?
Moissanite necklace in a Hellcat I might die in

Can I spit these bars like I’m freestyling for Nas?
Outside of Hot 97 while I’m leaning on 50’s car
Can I spit this verse like I’m outside of Niketown?
With Donda’s son, back and forth, need a Lil Boosie to come and wipe me down
Can I drop these names? I mean, this s*it just part of the game
And, no, I’m not insane, I never claimed a Long Beach gang
Can I spit my truth? It was Dr. Dre that cut me loose
Everybody was moving shady, I just didn’t have no proof

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger & The Game]
What dreams are made of (Realest s*it I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (Might just have to kill a GOAT)
What dreams are made of (Realest s*it I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of

[Verse 2: The Game & Eric Bellinger]
When I die, tell ’em study my brain at Harvard
So they can understand why Malcolm X never met Marcus Garvey
I’m on a different type of time
And this ain’t for the top forty, these are different type of rhymes
Type s*it, they got Ol’ Dirty and Young Thug with Mariah
Type s*it went into the veins of Richard Pryor
Type s*it have you in your Maybach crying
‘Cause your memory starting to fade and you ain’t take no pictures prior
Can I pray for y’all, do it one time for my granny?

Can y’all pray for me, that my next album win a Grammy?
Can I cheer for Dot ’cause I knew one day, he’d be great?
Keep it one hunnid, tell y’all I still fu*k with Drake
I’m standing in The Gap with all these tattoos on my face
And my Dodger hat will never be worn with no disgrace
Tell ’em, “Copy that,” I’m a GOAT and I know my place
You would think I just beat a murder and dropped Murder Was the Case (Mm)

[Chorus: Eric Bellinger, The Game & DJ Drama]
What dreams are made of (Oh, realest s*it I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (Na-na-na-na-na, might just have to kill a GOAT)
What dreams are made of (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, realest s*it I ever wrote)
What dreams are made of (Legendary, Gangsta Grizzillz)