The Game

[Verse 1: J’sar] You hungry and you want it knowing you can fill your stomach performing But now your own crew grill you so you cut weight like Foreman You ain’t mean no harm but now it’s on to them Y’all never had shit but now you flaunting rich Your surroundings change up just enough for you to notice You’ve thrown away friendships heart broke your focus slip Don’t fold exposing this your foes will see an opening And they’ll throw salt in open wounds to let you know its real Your passion becomes an action flick Described accurate add the drama now you seeing half of it Every move you make feeling like the last attempt That is sick compared to those who fail you dealing with the average Stereotyped the savages never did you imagine this It’s worse than a black on black tragic event Take it back to day one would this happen again You damn right its destiny you catch the map with your pen [Hook: J’sar] We struggled for so long just trying to survive I’m alive why my enemies want me to die I drink a little hennessy just to deal with the pain It’s a lot of stress involved when you deal with the game [Verse 2: J’sar] Insane fanatics go to the extreme to see you Go to bootleggers in need of you they fiend for a preview Dreaming to meet you they purchasing tickets Attending sessions they call it a blessing if your eyes meet just for a second Playing your songs repetitive to find the hidden messages Turning to your disc for assistance when life is hectic They respect real and follow all your triumphs and struggles They share your pain the crazy thing they honestly love you And it grows they hate your foes even more than you do ‘a strike your opposition even if the war went neutral They come to your for guidance you advise them when you rhyming God forbid you die have a flock of near suicidal Listeners tearing at a candlestick vigil Offering anything to bring you back But can’t give you life so its like you alive through your rhymes Then they label you the best and say you before your time [Hook] [Verse 3: J’sar] Look at life before and after you was poor then cashed it up Now they whisper only compliment will only gas you up And still you remain humble so they wait for you to fumble You tell them don’t hold your breath what you expect from iron lung crews You wanna cruise they wanna send shots to your ride Would they feel relieved or grieve if bullets lodged in your side And you ask yourself why would they attack your health You wonder if they choose targets by a rapper’s sales Usually anybody you’d be glad to help When strangers approach now you gotta grab for you belt It’s hard to tell do they want to applaud or kill When it never was a problem ‘fore you got a deal And though they mean you harm gotta wish ‘em the best Most ‘ll only make threats and watch the ones your roll with You put in lots of work becomes a physical stretch You create time to rest hey this is success [Hook]