Yeah, Yeah, Woah

You wanna make it in the game you gotta play hurt

Ya make every day worth something 'til ya lay inert in the earth

Ya swerve from the worst, ya hurdle the jerks

And if it's all about the cream well yours is curdled and cursed

Let's insert your self as the protagonist

Imagine what it's like to live your life just not in agony

It's so sad it is, no balance in the averages

I gave it the college try so I guess I better pack it in

I mix the bitter with the saccharine

A spoonful of vinegar in a room full of sinners

Where I thought I was cooking but now my dinners burnt

I'm feeling sinister, grab the minister, I been a flirt

I honestly don't know if this my best work

But if it benefits my net worth then you can bet it's wet work

I measure a man by what his sweat's worth

Whether for pleasure or work you better respect the record

Uh Oh, it's the unknown

Whenever we get close

I know they're never gonna let me get it

Uh Oh, it's the unknown

I'd rather be alone

And no, they're never gonna let me hit it

Uh oh, Oh Oh

Ahh, Oh Oh

Ahh, Oh Oh

Ahh, Oh Oh

Ahh

Been at this shit for ten years plus I'm well seasoned

Yet still finding way to shake up things like he seizing

The need for green has deepened, fiends are creeping

Might need to leave 'em bleeding if they scheme for cream then I'm tweaking

Lot's of love and sacrifice, I've yet to get the dapper life

For years they couldn't see me in the scene, it was Casper like

Thought I wouldn't feel the love 'til I was in the afterlife

Past my fear, my path was clear, took back my life, I grasp it tight

I play the game without no cheats, sweats or exploits

Just grinding my assignment, I ain't whining bout' the next boy

Smoke 'em like a cone then pack 'em up like my next joint

On to the next because I haven't reached the flex point

Pushing through the pain like I'm Kobe at the free throw

Chilling like a villain, but my son says I'm the hero

Why I keep on coming back, it isn't for the glory, jack

I do this for the love of the game, that fame is boring, facts

Uh Oh, it's the unknown

Whenever we get close

I know they're never gonna let me get it

Uh Oh, it's the unknown

I'd rather be alone

And no, they're never gonna let me hit it

Uh oh, Oh Oh

Ahh, Oh Oh

Ahh, Oh Oh

Ahh, Oh Oh

Ahh