This Game

Why would I feel like I'm a stranger?
And why should I feel like I'm in danger?
And I'm grinding until I'm right
Whether it's on the streets, or on line trying climb sites
I ain't blind from the lime lite,
I had my mind and my rhymes right, and signed when the time's right
People shouldn't be hateful, they should be grateful
But cuck it, I guess I gotta keep my three eight full
I'm playing, the game, like I'm, supposed
Staying, the same, like I'm, supposed
Ghetto skizzle in the house, hip hop hustler
One million customers, and I still bust at ya.