Head Games

(album: Apologies In Advance - 2018)

[Part I]

Yeah
I should get up and do something about what I'm feeling today
10 hours later, distracted, I doubt what I know is in place
I can be confident, boast my prerogative, gloat full of grace
Turn right around, put my prominence down like you still in a race
You gotta do more to be more don't you ever forget it
Pardon but what is a limit?
Anxiety driven I'll never be finished, nah

Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games, I

Think I need more than I already have
Still a perfectionist, reeking of evidence
I cling to all of my past
Hiccups mistakes
I fixate on my flaws, till my strength measures up bout
As bad as my neck for attacking my progress
Revert to what hasn't been conquered accomplish
I pull up like, "What's poppin'," fuck what you've done
Total disregard how far you have come
All I see is empty space on this road
Common Dilla, you got so far to go
That's those...

Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games, ooh
Head games

Family secure
Financial freedom, the better treaty
Gold and castles right beside me, Nefertiti
Oh stability, I pray you never leave me
Had to work the overnight slave graveyard
Hope for three wishes and a genie
Was Aladdin way before Aladdin had it clapping
Desolate but always bagged a Princess Jasmine
Stealing watermelon, dodging swords
Young broke boy connoisseur
All my niggas found a path to prison
From grabbing smithens, automatics as tall as Lorde [Lord]
What you waiting for?
You got the power to, hold up
You got the power to turn all these visions
To heartfelt reality, love is the sacrifice
Bring on the calvary, no delaying
That shit'll only delay your blessings, hold up
Switch it up, know you love something when you give it up
When you above nothing you don't give a fuck
Never had a posse or party
I hardly remember the times when it was 10 of us
Look what you've accomplished here
The proofs in the lighting the dark's been cleared
No fog, nigga, the dock is clear
Why do I question my blessings? Why?
Why do I not take my own suggestions?
Run circles and chase false perfection
Burdened with a mighty cause
Overwhelmed but I was taught to follow God
Made it out from jungles, where a problem solved
Was take off your top like it's Mardi Gras
What's all the fuss on your favorite rapper
Favorite artist's artist? All this conversation
Who you call the hardest? What is competition?
Don't know how to listen
How we go from record sales to algorithms?
Don't confuse my opposition nor my hunger
No one stole my thunder
Niggas love yelling "I'm the best"
Insecure, insecure, you're more Issa than a Shaya Bin scripture
Serving warrants everybody's going lazy
I supported, all you niggas look like Lawrence
I've been doing this since niggas ripped from torrents
Soulja clout goggles
Way before you wore them
And I've never had an off day
A million in cash, bet it on my off day
Who am I to give a damn about what any cards say?
What about what God say?
Told my niggas all we gotta do is...

[Part II]

Get out of your own mind

Now this remind me of the chitlin circuit
Little brother, picture perfect
A simpler time in this life of mine
My freedom of expression taught me lessons
My father couldn't find time to present
At times I often resent
I've done some wrong in my life
At 21, I repent
Holy waters devour facials
Arise to a scent
A smell of praises and "Jesus loves you"
No pain in my eyes
A couple of months, my consistency took a dip, no surprise
See this is all a disguise
My human nature favored sinning, gluttony of life
Love lust, what's trust? I put my all into the mic
Up on some 1995 shit, hip-hop purist
I hated Lil Jon and Lil Wayne
Was scouting old Nas lyrics &
Lupe scriptures in
Southern Florida. Bordered Trick Daddy's a thug holiday
It Was Written & Muddy Waters
Created sanctuary in these thoughts
Many apologies to my exes I bombarded with my mama's issues
See our relationship led to love that was hard to get through
My safest place became prison, developed rigid religion
A set of beliefs that incited grief, many nights with tissues
And Uncle G I miss you
But our relationship suffered from our positions as individuals, see
I became a man, you couldn't understand
And saw me as the same little nigga you met at 16
I miss things, miss when I didn't judge who I was on a daily basis
Pressing my inner patience, running my mind in circles and losing my inner sanctum
I'm still distracted by others' journeys and looking backwards
Why do I lose my passion when God's got a plan he's been saving for me
Since Mrs. Herring and Michael LaCue was shacking
Whats a financial backing to God when it's time for action
Quit with these head games, Its time to make something happen