Statik Selektah, Haile Supreme, KOTA The Friend, Marlon Craft - Welcome to the Game lyrics
KOTA the Friend [Avery Marcel Joshua Jones]
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Statik Selektah, Haile Supreme, KOTA The Friend, Marlon Craft - Welcome to the Game lyrics]
The ego and attire run a
State that they admire, some wear hatred
I redefine borders with the lines
That I been statin’
Lot of familiar faces as I’m
Climbin’ out the basement
Shit, I’m just tryin’ not to be jaded
I guess I first felt truly broken round
The time that I’s in braces
Ain’t made it to the place where
I know what it’s all bout
But I’m en route to the land beyond doubt
For now I’m ready
Always claim that they sicker
But never call out
My inner weather feeling cloudy with
A chance of rain
Rappers out here lookin clout-y with
A chance of fame
So they like "Craft, go on son, shine light"
Cause when you lookin forward, shit
The present is hindsight
In a rat race askin, "Yo
What’s yo time like?"
Distractions attractive but causin’ slips
In yo traction
Can’t keep my mind right while life
Given me lemons in the limelight
God like, "Here kid, try Sprite"
Shit, and I always been the odd type
But I always break even when the odds right
Since Divac was floppin’ I been a king
Ain't an option
I’m livin’ things that I’m jottin’
I keep it dark til I find light
Shit I’m alright
My own worst enemy and it’s on-sight
The real me a G, the scared one is all hype
But on mic, shit, the latter never shows so
The battle never thrown it’s Craft
Welcome to the game does it feel the same?
On the road to fame promise you won’t change
I wake up and I get it
I speak on how I’m livin’
I manifest my destiny with no pillage
No privilege the kids I grew up with all
They know is low ceilings
They wouldn't rent to me so bitch
I bought the whole building
Cracka renovatin’ my home think
I be dope dealin’
Young, black and independent, nigga
I’m a whole mood
Boy, install my granite and leave
Me the fuck alone, fool
Lookin for the boss
I promise you won’t see no Jew
Stay woke and I ain’t never had
A sip of cold brew
Learn something new and then I share
It with the whole crew king shit
The industry a bitch and I’mma
Let the whole team hit
How we doin numbers in the
Millions but he E-list?
Never gave a fuck about the fame
But I do it cause these words keep
Me movin’ through the pain
Made it with a chemical
Imbalance in his brain
Generations on my mind and
Ambition in my veins
Keep goin, we mogul talking like we league
Still goin by the hood rules, still DBOin
Lot of elephants up in the
Room that you need notice
If you do not want to be
Consumed by this deep ocean
Nah, I just wanna fly
I remember times I ain’t wanna be alive
Thank God for the drive and
The lows and the highs
And the growth and the rise
And the notes from the wise and The Most High
Welcome to the game does it feel the same?
On the road to fame promise you won’t change
It’s hard to be humble when
Your heroes become your friends
People try to tell me "Never change"
But then I’d still be in the same place
State that they admire, some wear hatred
I redefine borders with the lines
That I been statin’
Lot of familiar faces as I’m
Climbin’ out the basement
Shit, I’m just tryin’ not to be jaded
I guess I first felt truly broken round
The time that I’s in braces
Ain’t made it to the place where
I know what it’s all bout
But I’m en route to the land beyond doubt
For now I’m ready
Always claim that they sicker
But never call out
My inner weather feeling cloudy with
A chance of rain
Rappers out here lookin clout-y with
A chance of fame
So they like "Craft, go on son, shine light"
Cause when you lookin forward, shit
The present is hindsight
In a rat race askin, "Yo
What’s yo time like?"
Distractions attractive but causin’ slips
In yo traction
Can’t keep my mind right while life
Given me lemons in the limelight
God like, "Here kid, try Sprite"
Shit, and I always been the odd type
But I always break even when the odds right
Since Divac was floppin’ I been a king
Ain't an option
I’m livin’ things that I’m jottin’
I keep it dark til I find light
Shit I’m alright
My own worst enemy and it’s on-sight
The real me a G, the scared one is all hype
But on mic, shit, the latter never shows so
The battle never thrown it’s Craft
Welcome to the game does it feel the same?
On the road to fame promise you won’t change
I wake up and I get it
I speak on how I’m livin’
I manifest my destiny with no pillage
No privilege the kids I grew up with all
They know is low ceilings
They wouldn't rent to me so bitch
I bought the whole building
Cracka renovatin’ my home think
I be dope dealin’
Young, black and independent, nigga
I’m a whole mood
Boy, install my granite and leave
Me the fuck alone, fool
Lookin for the boss
I promise you won’t see no Jew
Stay woke and I ain’t never had
A sip of cold brew
Learn something new and then I share
It with the whole crew king shit
The industry a bitch and I’mma
Let the whole team hit
How we doin numbers in the
Millions but he E-list?
Never gave a fuck about the fame
But I do it cause these words keep
Me movin’ through the pain
Made it with a chemical
Imbalance in his brain
Generations on my mind and
Ambition in my veins
Keep goin, we mogul talking like we league
Still goin by the hood rules, still DBOin
Lot of elephants up in the
Room that you need notice
If you do not want to be
Consumed by this deep ocean
Nah, I just wanna fly
I remember times I ain’t wanna be alive
Thank God for the drive and
The lows and the highs
And the growth and the rise
And the notes from the wise and The Most High
Welcome to the game does it feel the same?
On the road to fame promise you won’t change
It’s hard to be humble when
Your heroes become your friends
People try to tell me "Never change"
But then I’d still be in the same place