[Intro: Z]
I look around and I see a thousand rappers that look the same
I knew y'all sound familiar when you're screaming out "fuck the game"
They said he lost his talent and never cared to look again
But never once thought that maybe this rain was just reflection pain
[Verse 1: Z]
I look around and I see a thousand rappers that look the same (I see you)
I knew y'all sound familiar when you're screaming out "fuck the game" (fuck it)
They said he lost his talent and never cared to look again
But never once thought that maybe this rain was just reflection pain (get it)
And I admit I did the same
And that shit left me drained
And under-analyzed almost every day
Cause I was lost to change
Thinking out the box but I put the game inside a cardboard frame and denying every talent and pushed my way cause it ain't share my name (sorry y'all)
It's not ready, we mâchéd it and forgot about the faded, now it's love again (c'mon)
There's plenty of flame in this game, we ain't gonna support that shit (don't support that shit)
Got checks and clips with chopper spits and they brain is sick
Try to boy 'em up to the funky men
I think my children mad cause they love this shit (hahaha)
Got you aiming for the bricks, alumni shit with the illest twist
All my gang is dead but still walk amongst this shit with extra clips
Alienated from the familiar cause we gutter live
Run a vampire with kung fu kicks we'll be writing hits while bleezies lit
Go!
I look around and I see a thousand rappers that look the same
I knew y'all sound familiar when you're screaming out "fuck the game"
They said he lost his talent and never cared to look again
But never once thought that maybe this rain was just reflection pain
[Verse 1: Z]
I look around and I see a thousand rappers that look the same (I see you)
I knew y'all sound familiar when you're screaming out "fuck the game" (fuck it)
They said he lost his talent and never cared to look again
But never once thought that maybe this rain was just reflection pain (get it)
And I admit I did the same
And that shit left me drained
And under-analyzed almost every day
Cause I was lost to change
Thinking out the box but I put the game inside a cardboard frame and denying every talent and pushed my way cause it ain't share my name (sorry y'all)
It's not ready, we mâchéd it and forgot about the faded, now it's love again (c'mon)
There's plenty of flame in this game, we ain't gonna support that shit (don't support that shit)
Got checks and clips with chopper spits and they brain is sick
Try to boy 'em up to the funky men
I think my children mad cause they love this shit (hahaha)
Got you aiming for the bricks, alumni shit with the illest twist
All my gang is dead but still walk amongst this shit with extra clips
Alienated from the familiar cause we gutter live
Run a vampire with kung fu kicks we'll be writing hits while bleezies lit
Go!
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