Put ten karats on my daughter ear, fuck it/She deserved every rock I done sold out in public/Do anythin’ for my Destiny’s Child/She a Beyoncé, never be LeToya Luckett
from Black on Black lyrics by The Game
Enough bass to make you vomit, but that’s not nearly as egregious as the lyrics. It’s that age old fallback that most rappers lean on to justify a seedy past or the inability to string together a dope narrative. Rap cliches abound, as anemic an effort as Game has ever strung together.
