Last Offence:
Nigga I'm not whining, the game don't want me so I'm in the game smiling / defeat him? Never that, I'm the kitten with the nine lives and none of you breeders was bred of a breed quite like him / you play me on the low, nigga you like him / For any rapper that mentions or spites him / any homophobe, any Hardaway or Iverson / Any Irishman named Bill O'Reilly, If you libel him / then ya'll can come and kiss me on my tightest end / Is this email alright to send? And whose exactly email addresses am I typing in? / To all you muthafuckas, undisclosed recipients, I'm simply into men, ya'll ready to send me in for sentencing / You try to fence me in, but Offence is tres bien, tres bien I'm very good a hard time hating him, but an even harder time getting airplay for him / But nigga I'm not whining / the game don't want me so I'm in the game wilding / eat 'em up like up that, lick my fingers, all five of them / lick that whole plate clean after I finish dining on them / I think I need a Heim-e-lich, Heim-e-lich! Nigga I'm not whining, the game don't want me, won't pump me, no tender feelings, none of those warm fuzzies... the game don't love me /

But nigga I'm not whining, I sheds not a teardrop, nigga I'm not crying / you might've read about me in the magazine, you might've seen me in that movie, might've seen me in that scene / but on the really real I'm living even beneath your means/ crashin on my boy's floor sleeping in my jeans / so really nothing is as it seems, nothing's as it appears it's like a pyramid scheme, now how's that? / Cause ain't no money / I'm not joking nigga ain't shit....Nigga ain't no money!/ but I invested in this, see if you die and you just let your destiny sit and you don't fulfill it / fuck was you talkin bout Willis?/ Why was you here for, homie this is not a game no no this is not beer pong / don't let 'em steer you wrong / a man is not wise because he's been here long, it just means he's older than you so what he told you do in most cases is simply what he would've done if he were you but he's not he's just riding shotgun / so if you got guns, shoot 'em / if you got music in your veins, nigga tuba, nigga trumpet, nigga run it / do it 'til you've done it and can't do it no more / 'til you clutchin ya fucking chest and you hit the fuckin floor naw! / cause nigga we not whining, we in the game ridin', in the game styling, not whining

Tselane Love:
When all was said and done we knew that we could not run / with the weight of the world on my back, the weight of the world was no match / nothing's undone / nothing's undone / And I would never whine cause I knew what I wanted was mine / And I would never whine / Cause I knew in the back of my mind everything's fine / Not whining / And I would never whine cause I knew what I wanted was mine / with the weight of the world on my back the weight of the world was no match / nothing's undone / nothing's undone / and I would never whine cause I knew what I wanted was mine...