Game Over

my mind is infested.. with sick thoughts that circle

like the feds did.. circled the block looking for young offenders

we used to strut around reckless, hundred pounds

broken down into dimes and twenties in our jeans and sweaters

coulda sworn we seen it all until we seen the better

options and bigger pictures realized we was playing checkers

meanwhile they was chess moving and preying on us

looking forward to us retaliating and spraying corners

lord knows we deserved better but never got it

just moved on to worse offenses and better profit

put the radar on ya back if you got better product

never flossed too crazy so they would never watch us

catch us rocking our own brands instead of Prada

we was Gucci before Gucci and Waka Flocka

late teen years was forest fires and lots of vodka

no conversation ‘bout health and wellness or talks of chakras

I wish we woulda known better but I’d

never change a thing.. no.. never.. no

we just know the ways that the game showed us

but somethings gotta change ‘fore it’s game over

I shoulda listened to that teacher when she told me to write

shouldn’t have listened to that hater when he told me to fight

through my life I got all sorts of advice

one ear out the other though, kept me from moving forward in life

I got wrinkles in my past that I’m trying to iron

turn that **** a eat food, put his eye in the iron

**** wanna meet the lord, have ‘em flying to Zion

shit, I shoulda been playing ball tryna fly like I’m Zion

I coulda made a better decision

when that **** talked I coulda made a better incision

my life edited with the best of precision

tech and vest is forbidden, you could never know the stresses of living

I had to live in the presence of villains, grand measures and killings

the room flooded put my head to the ceiling,uh

a fuckin’ quiet storm but I still feel the thunder

I’m try to swim to the top but somethings pulling me under