Round Trip

I'm perfectly sane Got burnt in the flame What sort of pleasure am I gonna find in this game I been in the frame They call me lame but they know I ain't I've been tryna make a mark like I paint I just sat down and wait Let me bring it back I've been around since last year you can give me that I don't got credit but I'm cashing in I'm back again in the field running laps I win Feeling like a scholar I'm putting in work Thinking bout the rappers dead and buried I look at the dirt You look pretty hurt I'm tryna make sure that you ain't None of y'all have been in my shoes, but I'll make you tie my shoelace They always say that you great Really I'm just too paid Like criminals when they move weight Fish out of water I could get you caught Thinking about all the stuff that I never bought Money ain't the motive it sure as hell keeps me focused Could've been in a different mood when I wrote this Craft the work I sew hits Don't think, just go in When the smoke clears it just means I'm reloading This style is so rare like it's autographed I'm glad that people brought it back It's so much more than that I push through everybody like a quarterback And You saw the fact uh listen I saw A knot in the rope but I cut through the tie I'll really fight for this call it dead or alive Address the lines with the vibe Everything else to the side I'm just taking my time I remember days with homies we thought we're the bosses Nothing changed cause till this day we take no losses Thought about what It cost us, not much All the beats I chop up, like a samurai with a hot touch They tell me to slow it down I never go slow in the race You'd try to run faster than me if you know what's at stake William Wallace was at stake too Music's amazing make sure it doesn't break you I just run the town like I was In jays shoes That's something I can't do Man The game might play you So when I need a break I might just take two Like I was eating steak, that's something I can't chew I'm not in charge of your feelings you got to hold the reigns I got my poker face on like I hold an ace In the sleeve, I might just make you believe That I got heavy ass bite, that's why I'm showing my teeth But y'all some dogs out there I got my family imma pedigree Hope y'all remember me before I go and rest in piece If you say you don't like this you're lying I know bruh It might grow on you like Pinocchio's nose bruh Living life on the edge hope I don't go over They making assumptions but they don't know us So I went and took a drive it's cold road up Put in more focus, and just hope that one day they'll notice I hate the game not the player you can't control us Middle finger I hold up I've been losing my focus Gonna keep you up at night but I'm not talking bout mochas