Mind games, mental warfare type shit
The truth hurts, like you’re getting beat by a nightstick
Life ain’t a game, ain’t no point in using the right stick
Paid my dues but being the boss is priceless
Hoarder of information, little homie, what you saying?
This is chess, not checkers better check the game that you’re playing
Lifestyle of the rich and famous is motivation
My heart is full of anger but my head is full of patience
War ready, graduation got me getting my cords ready
Weight of the world on my back, got to get my core ready
Standing here, thinking of a master plan
These people got the nerve to try and bite the master’s hand
They must be high, where y’all just leave? Amsterdam?
I tell him to kiss my ass like we’re in the south of France
Pause, people throwing shots at the throne
People out here throwing rocks living in glass homes
It’s cool though, I’m swinging for the fences, ’09 Albert Pujols
My words mean something similar to what the Jewels wrote
I think I promised someone, I would stop mentioning Alpha
But they’re trying to kill my inner child but I’m dodging all the captors
Shoutout to your old school way of thinking, it belongs with the raptors
Extinct while my championship banner hangs from the rafters
People hanging on every word like I became the pastor
We’re so obsessed with whips and chains they became the slave masters
I’m not the type of dude to ever hustle backwards
But sometimes the cash cow got to be put out to pasture
Traditions don’t die but they do change a little bit
Success is a hell of a drug, I hope it stays in my veins for a bit
Because I’m not the type of person to ever beg for it
But my life is a movie and some people are just begging for a clip
And others are still begging me to give a shit
But if I return to the game, I’d be bound to make a shift
Stole that line from Drizzy, ain’t no shame in my game.
But my mind’s a lit match, who’s adding the propane?
Normal people will never understand the pro’s pain.
And other people’s dreams get bootlegged like Soul Plane
Everyone can’t be the King like LeBron James
Be content with Bosh and just stay in your own lane
Me? I’m just sitting back dealing with these mind games
The level of deceit and drama is a damn shame
But you got to play the game to win it, and the game’s far from the finished
And haters can’t reach me, like t-rex arms on a midget
Life is a game of inches, we’re depending on every digit.
And if people are feeling froggy, I invite them to ribbit
No main girlfriend, no mistress, point me to the ambitious
I pray to God that no one says that I ever act different.
But I get it, like Pele back then, I kicked it.
They don’t make no award for that but trust me man, I’m living.