Jay Vee - Reloaded lyrics

(Verse 1) Put you in a prison with a bar like a dollar sign An industry full of n***as spent not meant to rhyme The instrumentals fly and my mental high You might have a pineal gland, but you'll never be Third Eye Never realized I made some buzz here and there See, the wear and the tear took a toll on my hair Wash the day down with soap as I indulge in the water 99 problems, 70 include my father Tried to rescue what was left of a relationship When God took my place, there was no saving it Yes He is the most high, but I am a close high Left my family with nothing and I would like to know why The game needs more than your heart It needs your mind, your soul, your body, individual parts It can take what you love and straight rip it apart But I love you hip-hop, you ain't at fault (Chorus) ////Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you outta the frame And k**s your brain with fame//// (Verse 2) Cleaning out my closet, all I found were my old hoes The scene is ugly, n***as stealing all my old flows Full of copycat rap, I'm just talking facts Popping pills in the night cuz I'm an insomniac Lifted off prescripted, never read the directions Losing half my memory after every f**ing section Can't remember the last time I felt safe Like all of this wasn't going away one day I pray to the heavens wishing all of this would stop If God's always on time, then I'm doubting his watch If only the good shall prosper and be holy How come every demon on Earth is wearing a Rolly? Stuck in a mindset that's keeping my mind bent Smoking on a blunt, burning what time spent Time is wasted, I feel I'll never make it Gotta face it, guess a n***a stuck in the matrix (Chorus) ////Forfeit the game before somebody else takes you outta the frame And k**s your brain with fame//// Been the man since I stepped in, abusing verbal weapons Put the team on my back and told them "let's win" I learned you can't just be a f**ing rapper Got to make it a priority, so everything comes after I'm tired of losing and the game not caring at all I was the first-round pick, how you ain't got give me the ball? I'm James Naismith to a lame b**h, make the hate flip Half these n***as fake for your information f** sparking business, n***a that's a lost place Rap even marked my image, that's a Scarface I'm gonna die trying, I don't give a f** Funny how my own dreams wanna wake me up Painting pictures of struggle so it'll bug you when listen You'd probably end up colorblind trying to see my vision I'll take every bullet cuz through music I'm alive On my tombstone it'll read that I was born to rhyme (Bridge) I f**ing hate you, but I love you I f**ing hate you, but I need you I f**ing love you, but you hate me I f**ing love you, now love Jay Vee