Bring Ya 'A' Game

[Verse 1] Cruising in my ride, on Highway 99 Grizzly City Boy, that's on the West Side I'm from the West Coast, that's where I get my toast Golden State or Gangland, whatever floats your boat I live in Central Cali, the belly of the beast The San Joaquin Valley is where I have my feast Uh, indismissible pinnacle, but I'm critical And everything you say is hypothetical I'm always cynical when it comes to things you do Cuz what you claim original is really nothing new You claim to be the best, but you have no evidence You only have dick-riders who double as your friends So if you got beef, come at me, say it in my face For Chris' sake, he better hope I leave him in a daze [Hook] Too many blueprints, not enough architects (3X) Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess [Verse 2] Every bar's a mess, rhyme hasn't started yet Joe Budden's the reason I called this The Architect Cuz I'm expanding and I'm tryna build my legacy Welcome to my house like I'm tryna sign with Shady That could be the Aftermath of my work Or it could be my downfall and cover me with dirt Ain't no way to tell if it would help me or it would hurt Only one way to find out, that's to put in work So I'm on a hustle like, I'm on a hunger strike I'm packing lead like I'm off to go to war tonight All you sharks in the water, I know you love to bite So when you take the bait, I'll cut you open with my knife [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm in the game, you just a lame Ill leave you slain Novocaine for the pain It's all the same You get the feeling of Death cuz I'm a mercenary I've been murking these verses cuz of the perks they carry It's like a curse I carry, you claim to own the game But I'll steal it back and give it the truth like a missionary And it started with, tryna cope with loneliness I looked up to the veterans and told them "Watch me spit!" They thought I was legit, they wanted more of this So they passed the mic to Young, this is how it went I'm going for the long pass, the veterans passed the mic The booth is freezing up, I see the build up of ice Cuz see, I spit cold game cuz I came from cold streets That's why in my younger days, I would pack me some cold heat A product of my environment like the Jim Jones album Never seen a warm day, that's why I drop cold sound Listen, I could have ended up like a lot of cold figures Hold triggers, dope dealer, become another hood figure, but nah I picked up a mic and I'mma be a rap hero So forget 30 degrees, I spit 270 below zero Ya dig? [Hook] (3X)