Paroles Welcome to the game Statik Selektah

Welcome to the game

The ego and attire run a state that they admire, some wear hatred
I redefine borders with the lines that I been statin’
Lot of familiar faces as I’m climbin’ out the basement
Shit, I’m just tryin’ not to be jaded
I guess I first felt truly broken round the time that I’s in braces
Ain’t made it to the place where I know what it’s all bout
But I’m en route to the land beyond doubt
For now I’m ready, always claim that they sicker but never call out
My inner weather feeling cloudy with a chance of rain
Rappers out here lookin clout-y with a chance of fame
So they like “Craft, go on son, shine light”
Cause when you lookin forward, shit, the present is hindsight
In a rat race askin, “Yo, what’s yo time like?”
Distractions attractive but causin’ slips in yo traction
Can’t keep my mind right while life given me lemons in the limelight
God like, “Here kid, try Sprite”
Shit, and I always been the odd type
But I always break even when the odds right
Since Divac was floppin’ I been a king, ain't an option
I’m livin’ things that I’m jottin’
I keep it dark til I find light, shit I’m alright
My own worst enemy and it’s on-sight
The real me a G, the scared one is all hype
But on mic, shit, the latter never shows so the battle never thrown
It’s Craft

Welcome to the game
Does it feel the same?
On the road to fame
Promise you won’t change

I wake up and I get it
I speak on how I’m livin’
I manifest my destiny with no pillage, no privilege
The kids I grew up with all they know is low ceilings
They wouldn't rent to me so bitch I bought the whole building
Cracka renovatin’ my home think I be dope dealin’
Young, black and independent, nigga, I’m a whole mood
Boy, install my granite and leave me the fuck alone, fool
Lookin for the boss, I promise you won’t see no Jew
Stay woke and I ain’t never had a sip of cold brew
Learn something new and then I share it with the whole crew
King shit, the industry a bitch and I’mma let the whole team hit
How we doin numbers in the millions but he E-list?
Never gave a fuck about the fame
But I do it cause these words keep me movin’ through the pain
Made it with a chemical imbalance in his brain
Generations on my mind and ambition in my veins
Keep goin, we mogul talking like we league
Still goin by the hood rules, still DBOin
Lot of elephants up in the room that you need notice
If you do not want to be consumed by this deep ocean
Nah, I just wanna fly
I remember times I ain’t wanna be alive
Thank God for the drive and the lows and the highs
And the growth and the rise
And the notes from the wise and The Most High

Welcome to the game
Does it feel the same?
On the road to fame
Promise you won’t change
It’s hard to be humble when your heroes become your friends
People try to tell me “Never change”
But then I’d still be in the same place