[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!
[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