LYRIC FOR SALE

By Mily

Yeah… life’s a game, but the rules? Ain’t no one ever played fair…

I came from the bottom, no silver in sight Mama cried silent, papa gone in the night Used to share shoes, now I step in designer But the pain don’t fade when you stackin' these commas

Bulletproof soul, heart iced like December I don’t trust love, I remember How they smiled when I bled in the dirt Now I smile when I count what I earned

Cold game, gotta move like a ghost Keep a blade in my words, never too close Lost friends, now I ride with the pain Put respect on my name – I survived in the rain

Cold game, no rules, no shame Either hustle or drown in the flame I was made in the dark, born to be hard Every scar is a stripe on my heart

Used to pray just to make it through winter Now they pray I fall, see the envy get thinner Fake love, fake daps, fake cheers But they all disappear when the smoke clears

I don’t need ‘em, I breathe solo Just me and the chrome, ridin’ slow-mo Street dreams turn to blood on the floor But I rose like a king, they can’t ignore

Cold game, gotta move like a ghost Keep a blade in my words, never too close Lost friends, now I ride with the pain Put respect on my name – I survived in the rain

Cold game, no rules, no shame Either hustle or drown in the flame I was made in the dark, born to be hard Every scar is a stripe on my heart

You feel that chill? That’s the cost of bein’ real...