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[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 mchd 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! [Chorus: Z] They say the game is lost but we're searching with a GPS I think they brain is lost, smooth surfaces like BMX They so insane they thought the game was on its lasting breath I pour my 40 out for them, cause they already dead We so strange, we all Brainsick, all you Choppers for my clique if it's funk homie, volume Leave swollen members cause I was made sick, mom knew I'd be a rep for that underground where my heart grew [Verse 2: Z] You want goons, then the squad loom, my factor moves React to shooter rapper dos They flap they gums like asses do Practice you Cause if this torch move it might be passing you Be Kendrick on the average groove and practice vibes or passer moves Aqualios aquemini on present dues if I've had to choose And bust a stellar monster too but I'd lack the proof than more than average Jews (they still killing shit) Cause most of my past is hanging up So maybe we behind cause we wasn't batter up when they chose to move (y'all ever thought about that?) Look I was schoolboy by pushing Qs Hood toys but duding dukes And destroy my mom through drug abuse (kill it) While chasing decoys with ass and boobs Hang with D-boys and gangsters too Until I deploy my mind in full (let's go) Now I'm in the game with a fan base happening Flame from the face when he walk in the booth Start talking the truth like nines was snapping (yeah) I know what the fuck is happening Pushing sacks while I'm making calls And I can always fall back a track But then I see the rhythm visitor protocol I spit a bit quick for all of y'all When at high noon I'mma fry dues cause I'm all West, I got short-dog Get it? (hahaha) Listen the game is on a downward spiral But better show respect when he in the presence of real rap gods Go! [Chorus: Z] They say the game is lost but we're searching with a GPS I think they brain is lost, smooth surfaces like BMX They so insane they thought the game was on its lasting breath I pour my 40 out for them, cause they already dead We so strange, we all Brainsick, all you Choppers for my clique if it's funk homie, volume Leave swollen members cause I was made sick, mom knew I'd be a rep for that underground where my heart grew [Outro: Z] This is Zs shoutout to the game If a motherfucker making moves man, give that motherfucker his prop Everybody busy Telling everybody what the fuck ain't happening Look at the next man in the show and tell that motherfucker it's simple What's cracking? Pay five dollars a show to that motherfucker Can't expect that motherfucker to do the same if you ain't give him no love Now kill yourself