Jay-Z – What The Game Made Me (ft. Memphis Bleek & Sauce Money) (Audio, Lyrics)

Jay-Z unveils new single “What The Game Made Me” featuring Memphis Bleek & Sauce Money exclusively. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by Chris Liggio.

Jay Z What The Game Made Me

Yesterday, the Jigga Man made a big move to make his musical repertoire available on his TIDAL streaming service, bringing “Glory,” “From Marcy To Hollywood,” and “What The Game Made Me” onto the platform for the first time. For those who have along for the ride since day one, it’s unlikely these deep cuts will be new territory for you — but still, hearing young Jay trading bars with Memphis Bleek and Sauce Money over some grimy production from Chris Liggio is a welcome breath of fresh air in these modern days of ours.

Much like “From Marcy To Hollywood,” the vibe is entirely nostalgic, a snapshot of a bygone era that many still love. “I’m wishing arthritis on all writers who Knock My Hustle, how can y’all understand the struggle?” he ponders, setting things off with a dexterous flow. “I outblast til its empty clips, and I outlast n***s, survival of the fit.” What it lacks in refinement it makes up for in rawness, a quality reflected in the performance of all three emcees. Especially in that of Memphis Bleek, who held it down with an energetic verse that makes us wistful for the good old days of Roc-A-Fella domination.

Jay-Z – What The Game Made Me (ft. Memphis Bleek & Sauce Money) (prod. Chris Liggio)

https://tidal.com/browse/track/150819433

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I’m what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I’m what you lames can’t be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Check, live from the 7-1-8
Either respect the flow or learn your lesson from your wake
I’m wishin arthritis on all writers who, Knock My Hustle
How can y’all understand the struggle?
It’s hard to live, when you got greedy niggas in the mix
Knowin I outclass three-E niggas in the six
So I outblast til it’s empty clips
And I outlast niggas, survival of the fit
One life, I gotta make sure it’s done right
Cause them yet to have a conversation bout reincarnation
Ball out, until I fall out
Stick thick chicks, try to tear they wall out
Hard to think about your future with, nothin to gain
Hard to concentrate on school with stomach pain
Life’s harsh, I know y’all runnin from ‘caine
But it’ll only catch you and track you down
With no deal, who you gonna rap to now?
Start your own record company, that’s profound
Live niggas gonna rumble when you backs on the wall
Jive niggas gonna crumble and fall

[Chorus: Jay-Z]
I’m what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I’m what you lames can’t be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
Aiyyo whether in the Pinto, or rollin in the six
I come through cocky, holdin my dick
I never switch shit, cause that’s some bitch shit
I get the Bisquick take it to the district
Cause I could never get rich, and switch my style
I just cop a little hurt, to the mercantile
I’m tryin to get it though, rhymin with this six digit flow
Gettin fly is the minimal, holdin somethin is the principal
Respect this young nigga that’s, holdin the torch
Preachin shit like the crack game, don’t take shorts
Throw it down it’s a bet, nigga roll hard
Til you got somethin icey, round your neck
In this concrete jungle get rich or remain humble
Never speak the biz, at worst I might mumble
Niggas test it I spit guns, angrily
Til all that remains is me

[Chorus: Memphis Bleek]
I’m what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I’m what you lames can’t be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck

[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
I went from no dough to show dough to money to blow
From umm, ho I don’t know, to get deez
Never, “Excuse me miss,” bitch please, never try to provoke
Same disrespectful cat I was when I was broke
Ain’t nuttin changed baby but the different faces I stop
Or maybe some of the places I shop
Now that I run through tracks like cleets with a Air
For some of the hottest beats, still catch me eatin at Pete’s
Fuck the foul cat who screamed out and threatened my life
It’s all good, here I come kid, dead to the hood
Til I’m in the dirt, foul cats like termites
Come out of the woodworks, if they think you stack paper
Dead niggas react later while the cancer spread
Teach a team how to scheme before they answer lead
You know me, I used to shoot hoops in the park, ain’t nothin changed
Except now I push Coupe’s in the dark

[Chorus: Sauce Money]
I’m what the game made me
Not what the fame made me
No amount of money can change me
I’m what you lames can’t be
Live nigga what? Live as fuck