You paint the narrative, I tell it how it is
The truth is what they make of it
I'm done fighting gossip, shit is too complicated
Fabricated stories get outdated
I spend my days meditating, thanking God for all this greatness
Pacing thoughts, trynna get all on paper
My rhymes a Rubik's cube hard to get it, but when you do that shits amazing
Can't please everyone unless someone fakes it
I ain't seen niggas the same since, I'm on a whole different wavelength
I'm just getting started, how am I a problem?
I've done features that will never touch speakers
I can't help
I don't do favors, free labor just isn't my nature
I need all terms and conditions written down on paper
I find clarity in knowing where we stand
People change, feelings change
Business is business, That shit is forever
Stop looking back at artifacts comparing arts and crafts
I am legend, ain't no comparison it's just arts and crafts
Chip on my shoulder, I don't gotta prove shit
I've always felt excluded
Probably the reason, I write best secluded
If you ever doubted me I know you feel stupid
I know you feel stupid, I'm done
Enough said...
Wow guess I'm the talk of the night
Politicing and dickriding I ain't even surprised
I often show love
But I never receive the same brushing shoulders
With keets and lames guess all a part of the game
But I don't wanna hear it, I hate to hear it, yo I hate to see it
I stay secluded under the radar for that very reason
Not friends with niggas I ain't tryna be fake
Well aware of those that dislike me talk shit and they hate
But never have bass in their voice in the flesh
Knowing I'm better at life than these niggas give them ample time to repent
They often resent, you're broken down I'm rather content
Can't come close to me on your worst day and deep down it makes you sick
None of these niggas worthy, where's your progress I swear it really irks me
10 Years in and a nigga still under 30
I get money, well known, I'm never stressing
C. Watts never second guess it
Matter fact no more questions
Terrence Mack - Post Game (feat. Cordell Watts) Lyrics
Terrence Mack - Post Game (feat. Cordell Watts) Lyrics
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You paint the narrative, I tell it how it is
The truth is what they make of it
I'm done fighting gossip, shit is too complicated
Fabricated stories get outdated
I spend my days meditating, thanking God for all this greatness
Pacing thoughts, trynna get all on paper
My rhymes a Rubik's cube hard to get it, but when you do that shits amazing
Can't please everyone unless someone fakes it
I ain't seen niggas the same since, I'm on a whole different wavelength
I'm just getting started, how am I a problem?
I've done features that will never touch speakers
I can't help
I don't do favors, free labor just isn't my nature
I need all terms and conditions written down on paper
I find clarity in knowing where we stand
People change, feelings change
Business is business, That shit is forever
Stop looking back at artifacts comparing arts and crafts
I am legend, ain't no comparison it's just arts and crafts
Chip on my shoulder, I don't gotta prove shit
I've always felt excluded
Probably the reason, I write best secluded
If you ever doubted me I know you feel stupid
I know you feel stupid, I'm done
Enough said...
Wow guess I'm the talk of the night
Politicing and dickriding I ain't even surprised
I often show love
But I never receive the same brushing shoulders
With keets and lames guess all a part of the game
But I don't wanna hear it, I hate to hear it, yo I hate to see it
I stay secluded under the radar for that very reason
Not friends with niggas I ain't tryna be fake
Well aware of those that dislike me talk shit and they hate
But never have bass in their voice in the flesh
Knowing I'm better at life than these niggas give them ample time to repent
They often resent, you're broken down I'm rather content
Can't come close to me on your worst day and deep down it makes you sick
None of these niggas worthy, where's your progress I swear it really irks me
10 Years in and a nigga still under 30
I get money, well known, I'm never stressing
C. Watts never second guess it
Matter fact no more questions
The truth is what they make of it
I'm done fighting gossip, shit is too complicated
Fabricated stories get outdated
I spend my days meditating, thanking God for all this greatness
Pacing thoughts, trynna get all on paper
My rhymes a Rubik's cube hard to get it, but when you do that shits amazing
Can't please everyone unless someone fakes it
I ain't seen niggas the same since, I'm on a whole different wavelength
I'm just getting started, how am I a problem?
I've done features that will never touch speakers
I can't help
I don't do favors, free labor just isn't my nature
I need all terms and conditions written down on paper
I find clarity in knowing where we stand
People change, feelings change
Business is business, That shit is forever
Stop looking back at artifacts comparing arts and crafts
I am legend, ain't no comparison it's just arts and crafts
Chip on my shoulder, I don't gotta prove shit
I've always felt excluded
Probably the reason, I write best secluded
If you ever doubted me I know you feel stupid
I know you feel stupid, I'm done
Enough said...
Wow guess I'm the talk of the night
Politicing and dickriding I ain't even surprised
I often show love
But I never receive the same brushing shoulders
With keets and lames guess all a part of the game
But I don't wanna hear it, I hate to hear it, yo I hate to see it
I stay secluded under the radar for that very reason
Not friends with niggas I ain't tryna be fake
Well aware of those that dislike me talk shit and they hate
But never have bass in their voice in the flesh
Knowing I'm better at life than these niggas give them ample time to repent
They often resent, you're broken down I'm rather content
Can't come close to me on your worst day and deep down it makes you sick
None of these niggas worthy, where's your progress I swear it really irks me
10 Years in and a nigga still under 30
I get money, well known, I'm never stressing
C. Watts never second guess it
Matter fact no more questions
Writer: Cordell Watts, Terrence Walters-Mack
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Terrence Mack
Language: English
Length: 2:52
Written by: Cordell Watts, Terrence Walters-Mack