Verse 1:
Hit em' while the evidence still' hidden
i'm gettin kinda tired yet my minds keeps spinnin'

survival of the fittest gotta' smoke em while the iron is hot
or get tooken over your game and get lost in your spot
its madness, its foolery, its cruelty

school of hard knocks and i aint never had no truancy
never let a single broke motherfucca influence me
this my track dissing all the motherfuccas who's against me

this game is some %#@!, its got me doubting myself
pool full of liquor but im drowning myself
never thought i'd reach this level but take a look and it's clear

if he bled the tears i guerrenty it was real
you follow what you think when you should chase what you feel
no sense in even trying since this game is only a wheel

oh man
no sense in even trying cuz this game is only a wheel


Chorus:x2
how much longer will it take
for all this trickers to make me brake

im starting to shake i dont know how much i can take
then you ask me why i chief it like every day


Verse 2:
Theres a war going on inside this mess i call a brain
i keep waiting on sunny weather but expecting the rain

it's been a while since it hasn't changed, but i'm numb to the pain
it's just a strain in the A to try to explain
still searching with no sense of direction

holding it back, gotta be aggressive towards your own aggression
not to mention im fighting my own reflection
karma's a $#&@ing (*##$ she misread the situation

$#&@ it, cross your heart and take a leap
trying to defeat so i play this %#@! discrete
they claiming they low key but they really just off beat

they playing their cards crooked, this %#@! is like wall street
more ups and downs then a motherfuccin roller coaster
everywhere i go the jokers heavy on my shoulder

someone's behind me i can see them through my cornea
i am the product of a plotted pandemonium


Chorus: x2