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The Light is a track by The Game, taken from the album “Born 2 Rap”, released November 29, 2019 on eOne Music. It runs 3:19 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Play button above when a verified stream is available, or choose a listening service from the other options.
Lyrics
Find another songI see you in a lonely place
How can you be so blind?
You're still regretting the love you left-left behind
Oh, darling
I seen you go through the changes
Sitting alone each night
Are you expecting to find the love (Love-love-love-love)
Used to sell it all night
Virgil owe me a percentage of that Off-White
Take a nigga bitch out of spite
I’m every bitch type
I'm on the block, Rolls truck sittin' nice
Niggas still can’t see me, I'm hidin' in plain sight
Last 15 years of my life, I cut any hip-hop nigga fuckin' throat with this mic
I hit the dealership and get them niggas right
Before you cop it, you gotta ask, "What's the price?"
You in the club makin' toast to your life
I'm in this Ghost gettin' throat at this light
We ain’t the same, nigga, your ticket’s by the lights
I'm wipin’ sweat off my Fendi at this Pacquiao fight
Niggas that I thought was, wasn't that nice
If it's only hip-hop tell Em, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Cole, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Dot, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Drizzy, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Travis Scott, step to the light (Light, light)
300 Bars was just an intro
That was me in DJ Skee basement relaxed off indo
You ain't even seen me off the ’Tron yet
You ain't heard me on a county jail phone yet
I ain't even set the tone yet
Picture Wu-Tang mobbin' deep on a Nore-N-Capone set
My diamonds offset
Yeah, my Audemar wet
It look like me, Nicki, and Cardi B havin' phone sex
Who gon' flex? Who want next?
How many niggas I done bodied and me and Hov ain't done a song yet
And all you niggas cappin', actin' like you own jets
Land it at Teterboro and bring that ass to Funk Flex
Bring them Dracos, you been shootin' at niggas on texts
All these threats, ain't even comfortable inside your own flesh
Jimmy Iovine should have kept his advice
Instead of tellin' niggas they could ever step in this light
Tell Future, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Chance, "Step in this light" (Light, light)
Tell Sean, "Step to this light" (Light, light)
If it's only hip-hop, tell nigga, "Step in my light" (Light, light)
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