All this work, all this pain
Charge it to the game
All who left, all who came
Charge it to the game
All this work, all this pain
Charge it to the game
All who left, all who came
Charge it to the game
This shit cost, win or lost
9th grade missing school we was in your House
10th grade really had grams no doubt
I just want to make it out, no guaranteed Route
Staying in my own lane, should be the first Step
No toddler, I stop drinking shit from baby Bottles
Focus on health, long looks in mirror focus On my self
And I might just find me a righteous
But she Probably change that's the game Shit frightening
You'll call me insane, if u seen how my Thoughts work
Real O.G's I'm the one they taught first
And it comes from the heart I just hope that You love it
My music for the ones really came from Nothing
Always on the grind trying to change the Scenery
But we all know that don't happen so easily
All this work, all this pain
Charge it to the game
All who left, all who came
Charge it to the game
All this work, all this pain
Charge it to the game
All who left, all who came
Charge it to the game