Lyrics
Intro by: The Game’s older brother… {From a Big Caz interview}
Should I be held accountable for things I dream at night?
What’s my subconscious tryna tell me, am I thinking right?
Here’s a lil flow, you should know, bout this COLD GAME
Taking advantage of all those, who wanna KNOW FAME
They make you think you got da chronic, like a DOPE STRAIN
They even help you get up on it, like a ROPE CHAIN
They make ya head thicker, like mental ROGAINE
And make ya nuts grow bigger, like COCAINE
They let you flirt, with desire, and NO SHAME
Then leave ya hurt, like the fire of an OLD FLAME
They make you sweat ta bring da funk, like a MOLD STAIN
And then they act, a punk, and leave ya SHO’T CHANGED
They trick ya quick and ditch ya fast in the SLOW LANE
And then they laugh, at yo ass, when you SHOW PAIN
They getting’ paid, when you go, out like COBAINE
They don’t even need ya, they just want what’s up in YO’ BRAIN
Until ya useless, like a no-FLOW DRAIN
And in the end, you don’t even own ya OWN NAME
Apologies, for what I gotta do
But it’s all on me, and not on you
So follow me, and I’ll follow thru
Cuz I’m serving it and/but I know it’s hard to swallow truth X2
When dey young, e’rybody, wanna BE A STAR
…Optimistic, so they dreams got em SEEING FAR
…But then life sinks in, and it LEAVES ‘EM SCARRED
…As their melody gets broken like a CHEAP GUITAR
…Some lack the brain, while others, they just NEED A HEART
…I try teach ‘em like a preacher, still they REACHING HARD
…Don’t mistake me cuz ain’t nothing wrong with THINKING LARGE
But on the path to righteousness you only need a DECENT CAR
…Watch em lose they mind, like Homer LEAVING MARGE
…Thinking that they problems can be fixed, with a VISA CARD
And I don’t meantobeblunt but there’s no answers, in a WEED CIGAR
…Or in a liqueur bottle, even if you DRINK THE BAR
…So many lose faith in Jesus and forget HE’S IN CHARGE
Reeping what they sew they plant a seed and watch their TREE ENLARGE
…Whateva floats ya boat, and doesn’t SINK YA BARGE
…But we gotta know there’s hope, before WE CAN MARCH
Apologies, for what I gotta do
But it’s all on me, and not on you
So follow me, and I’ll follow thru
Cuz I’m serving it and/but I know it’s hard to swallow truth X2
They just don’t understand, I’m like no other man
They wanna see me fail, I got another plan
Apologies, for what I gotta do
But it’s all on me, and not on you
So follow me, and I’ll follow thru
Cuz I’m serving it and/but I know it’s hard to swallow truth X2
My dreams gon’ take me farther, then they can visualize
So I’ma keep it real while you and your friends all live yo’ lies…
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