Lyrics:

Keep on trying
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
C-c-can't hold me
This is dope boy music, American Dream
We let them choppers sing like that little nigga Dream
No Auto-tune unless I'm tuning out the burrough
Flying through ya borough, (red) Camaro
I had 'em shook like coach on Reggie Bush
With that 4-5 coat hanger, bag 'em and let me push
I used to get my ass wooped for listenin to Spice 1
On the court, game point, fade away, nice one
Same court where the fiends get they white from
Hustle 'til the night come
Crouch down low, with a pocket full of money
Shooting dice in my White 1's
Roll another seven of the night on my White 1's
I had a jumper, plus I was pumpin'
Moms and pops was both gangsters, any drama I will slump 'em
How the fuck you think I got the name Game?
Same way them Lakers got all of them fucking rings
Hustlin'
Hustling Championship ring
Hustling Metaphor street king
(Hustling) my moms worked the graveyard shift
She was bustin' it but I was at home straight hustlin'
I had two brothers, niggas didn't fuck with 'em
They was like, 'That's our little brother, don't fuck with him'
They shot 'em both so, I was like, fuck it then
Called up the homies, 'I'm ready, nigga jump me in'
Hopped in the G Ride, same one the pump be in
I'm 'bout to do these niggas worse than Columbians
And I aint hopping out the car like Trey did
I'm turnin' off the lights and pullin' up like 'Say Kid'
Hustlin' championship ring
Hustlin' metaphor street king
Hustlin' drop top chain swing
Hustlin', hustlin
It was a cold day in 1996
Fav bar Reasonable Doubt Over
Before that day, we aint know shit about Hova
He was talking Cristall, and 4.6 Rovers
But all we knew were 5.0's and Toyota's
So, we took y'alls swag, y'all took our rags
The way I see it, it's a fair exchange, why you mad?
Son, yeah Jay was one of my teachers
Bumpin Roc-A-Fella but couldn't get a feature
Was like being underage and couldn't get a beeper
Missing sales 'cause the onions still stuck in my sneaker
Talkin' to Streetsweeper
Dodgin' the Grim Reaper
Hit my block after 8 o'clock, I'll make you a believer
We was movin' white kid, that Justin Beiber
Us and homeless shelters no different, we both feed 'em
Playing John Madden, smoking all my nigga weed up
Relaxin' with my feet up, waiting for the Re-Up
Keep on trying
You can never hold me down
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
C-c-can't hold me
Keep on trying
You can never hold me down
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
C-c-can't hold me
How I sell ten million and stay hood, somebody holla at me
If I go to jail you niggas ain't gon' throw a dolla at me
Like my nigga Frog, threw his Impala at me
Like when I was in the Bay and 40 popped his collar at me
That's why when I come through, she look like Halle Berry
I'm in this Game by myself, Solitaire
Every now and then, you might see me with a couple friends
Same ones that was right there when I had a couple ends
No fuckin' Benz, no fuckin' house
Just a fucking couch, so shut yo' fuckin' mouth
Before I zip it up, say fuck rap
Fuck Interscope, take my contract and rip it up
Aftermath's Bad Boy
Like BIG and Puff
The Giant can't sleep 'cause niggas steady tryna dig him up
And while you motherfuckers waitin' on Toronto
I'm in the hood with Pancho
Stacking Rajon Rondo
Hustlin' Championship rings
Hustlin' Metaphor street king
(Hustling) and while you motherfuckers waitin' on Toronto
I'm in the hood with Pancho
Stacking Rajon Rondo
Keep on trying
You can never hold me down
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
C-c-can't hold me
Keep on trying
You can never hold me down
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
You can never hold me down (you can't hold me)
C-c-can't hold me