Strivin to make it in a game where fakerz prosper
like a preacher without followers and no one to spread the gospel
like christ did, i sacrifice what i have to mend it
while others gettin cash flow from the game to spend it
seven days is all i got, to rap my shit and bring
cause niggas bring me down its like im fuckin on the ring
who the next one on the list, just to get beat down
who take the criticism and disses, who think sleek now?
im steppin over people who be reachin for help
cause they the very ones who got me here, i think to myself
and when i stop, give em hands, like the good ones did
is when we all make it like lookin for light in the dim
cause its been said that theres light at the end of the road
but mines a dead end, as the story unfold
and suddenly im on the ground like i said it before
and niggas steppin on me, spittin at me, out in the cold
cause i chased after the game and it couldnt be caught
i shoulda helped them other niggas, suddenly as i thought
but the sevens over, i lived in the light for 6
but the game was broke down as i wasnt one to fix