Bad Hands

Yeah, one, just keep it rolling like this I think, I think I got something in my headlight You're getting burned by the flame If I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game, uh I hope you're feeling the pain 'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game, like I hate when people go and put my genre in an age limit Listen to my tape dawg, I amaze critics I say the shit that makes you fucking go berserk Every time I drop a verse dawg I know your stomach hurts The butterflies are fucking losing it Trying to digest this flow with no illusion in it You LOL'd at the fact I chose to maneuver in this music biz as a career What the fuck are you doing here? Tell me something that you think will impress me Tell me that you got a fucking cottage in Jet Ski Tell me how you just went and achieved your dreams When back in the day you was hating on my rhyming schemes So share a meme thinking that it means something But in reality it really means nothing Don't feel bad, you ain't where you wanna be at At least you're not trying to make it off rap Somebody asked me if that meme offends me I said nah but it's sad and unhealthy Sad your life is so empty You chose to tear others down to make yourself more proud But don't sweat it, you're loud and clear And those insecurities echo from over here So, why you laughing in the mirror? Know that things aren't as they appear And I'm making it clear You threw the gas on the flame You met your match 'cause Matthew's passion remains Look at the board, I still average the same So fuck anything you have to say Please have a nice day You getting burnt by the flame If I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game I hope you're feeling the pain 'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game You threw the gas on the flame Time passes but know that the passion remains I hope you're feeling the pain 'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game You ever get a couple bucks every couple of months For some flows that you spit like ten years ago You ever have Royce the 5'9 stop the show Call you on the phone Well that happened to me Y'all were loving Wrecking Ball Well, Stefan Macchio, the man who co-wrote it Told me, "Move to the States, don't let your time waste" "'Cause you're too talented to remain unnoticed" I stayed at home in the years past Those were paid but my mind always stayed on my craft Lost my pops, a couple of dogs And it soon became hard to form positive thoughts Was literally lost Fuck rap, this is real life Go through it, understand what it feels like So I get the apathy Why relate when it's easier to laugh at me But I've only done this passively And get passive income from my tragedies So if life has bad hands for me I'll play that shit and slay that shit Like Only time I'll be done When there's no breath in my lungs If I'm alive, then it's a vibe You only lose when you do not try Please do not mind this track It's not a flex I'm telling y'all I was depressed I was a mess, how did I grass? Album was done but who would invest? Fucking excuse, I gotta move Thought I was born another muse Ernest Serea's my real new improve And after I feed her I go in the booth Turn on the beat and that's when I prove to y'all Bad hands can't last forever Just play those cards right One day it will get better You getting burnt by the flame If I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game I hope you're feeling the pain 'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game You threw the gas on the flame But time passes but know that the passion remains I hope you're feeling the pain 'Cause if I'm getting bad hands then I'm still in the game Everybody in this house thinks that we need Emsee? Okay, well, I wanna talk to him Call him, call him on your phone right now