The Stickup (feat. Skrizzly Adams)

See, time goes by but I swear that it's stalling I've had it all, but it all just feels the same No lie, I've been praying for the calling Chips all in Steal the game (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Steal the game (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Na-na-nah hold the phone All those years I rode alone Weight of the world on my shoulder bones (Knock knock knock knock knock) But it feels like no one's home I been on the same shit Going through these changes But I haven't seen a change-up on my credit statements Everyone walked all over me (all over me) And I let 'em Let the wrong people get close to me (get close to me) But I learned my lesson And they left me here with these broken dreams (with these broken dreams) So I swept 'em And this dustpan in one hand while the other one's grabbing a weapon Through the depression, self-reflection, poor training, and misdirection From coaches I put my trust in but fuck 'em I'll never sweat 'em I promise I'll never let you Pass the position I currently live in I'm lapping you in my sweatsuit Hand the baton right over the line I'm leaving this bitch with a medal (with a medal) I want gold, silver, yeah all of that In that backroom with that black mask I'll take that Yeah, ASAP Don't make a move, don't say shit Just lay flat, cooperate this'll only take a minute (only take a minute) That's just the cost of winning (haha) See, time goes by but I swear that it's stalling I've had it all, but it all just feels the same No lie, I've been praying for the calling Chips all in Steal the game (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Steal the game (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) I-I-I-I been feeling stalled out Hit home runs and I fouled out Been broke as hell and I balled out (true) Conditioned to run that long route Got the stamina and endurance (yeah) To handle any occurrence From the showtimes to the low times My skill set's my insurance (ooh) I won't back down and I won't run (nah) Unless we talkin' bout the track Even Yoda said I'm that Rouge One when The Empire Strikes Back I'ma just snap (I'ma just snap) This is the warm-up (this is the warm-up) Put the team on my back (on my back) Technique and my form up Believe when I warn ya Fillin' up my bag, I Came to empty your stash spot Put the key in that padlock You got five minutes and that clock's tickin' Don't be a hero don't fidget or move I'm not really in the mood 'Cause I came here to take everything And that's exactly what I'm gon' do No fucks given no competition, nah No I won't lose Can't fuck with him, my intuition is From a third-eye view (ye-yeah) Don't feel the same, my feelings changed My adversaries gon' feel the pain When they tune in and they hear my name On that broadcast when I steal the game (bang) See, time goes by but I swear that it's stalling I've had it all, but it all just feels the same No lie, I've been praying for the calling Chips all in Steal the game (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Steal the game (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Steal the game