Endgame Songtext
von MIKE

How does one illuminate a dark and muddy sky?
There′s only one thing left to do
You gotta ram at the darkness with your rhyme

They be checkin' for the

Oh, alright, uh, yeah

They be checkin′ for the drip, we the template
Was in the hands of made chips on the N way

I was kickin' for a bit, but the rent paid
Had my mental on the biz, not the end game
Was a rebel to the kids on the sunset
I couldn't settle, couldn′t sit since fave
And started messin′ with the spliffs, intense pain


Used to bezel it with friends when the friends came
Want the bezel with the glitz for my neck chain
Know it's special, every script from my left brain
Don′t resemble, they be, uh, with less range
I started gettin' in the whips to be less trained
I be stressin′ over shit, but it reflect age
How you fetish over grimace and expect grace?

Stay invested in the mission 'fore I rest, pray
For the win, ammunition for the next day
To be a witness of the riches that neglect made

Respect change, I gotta praise my intuition
′Cause the steps paved in this death race
I gotta cling 'cause niggas listen when they press play
I gotta state that niggas isn't what the press say
My obligation to the rhythm ′til my chest break
I dropped the weight and now the rent′s in the best shape

I been holdin' it down for years, you know what I′m sayin'?
I been holdin′ it down for years
I haven't been in the NYC, you know, the entire time
But I been holdin′ it down, you know what I'm sayin'?
And when I call it NYC, live in NYC
It′s based on maintainin′, not droppin' nothin′ along the way
You know what I'm sayin′?