Games

 

It feels like I'm playing games with myself constantly

Honestly, how does everyone cope with me so modestly

I had a mic and thought lets do this thinking i'd make some music

I tried to use it, thought it sounded amusing but it was abusive

My lyrics were progressing, changed the way i was dressing

The verbal abuse i took was depressing, everyday i was stressing

Rap was molding me, It was literally taking control of me

It felt like when i was pissed, writing rhymes just let my soul free

At first I thought rapping was just rhyming words and cursing

Never knew it was something more important than a hook and verses

Never knew about multis, wordplay and just plain lyricism

It was skepticism i never listened, maybe that why i fell victim

Maybe if i payed attention i wouldn't be in this position

I'm a man on a mission to spark a flame and start the ignition

But i aint playing games anymore, my style has morphed

Bored of my own music, but i promise i have transformed

 

 

I'm just tired of playing the same old games

All my shit just sounds the same

I recognize all the mistake i've made

But I'm just tired of playing these games

 

I'm just tired of playing the same old games

All my shit just sounds the same

I recognize all the mistake i've made

But I'm just tired of playing these games

 

People never respected me, always disrespecting me

Talking shit in my ears while theyre standing next to me

Youll never amount to shit, you music will suck, never make a hit

I've been taking hits, staying face to face with all the negligence

These faggots lack intelligence, they think they know all this shit

I'm pessimistic putting my best in this shit fuck around and youll miss it

This is business, now you get to blow my ass a couple kisses

Talk shit bitch, get hit harder than these drums and kicks did

I'm fucking addicted to spitting but the oppurtunities im missing

Got no pot to piss in, so I go wild, bad boy like the 80's Pistons