A slower more mellow joint...a TRUE song to...everything u heard in this happened...yes even the getten shot at part...sum nice shit an a ill beat by - InfamousFloez(www.soundclick.com/infamousfloezmusic.htm), big ups to him..peep it..eZ
Tha Problem
Iigh whas poppin off ? Im mike a.k.a Problem, im a Philadelphia rapper out the 215..Im 18 an on mah grind nah mean, so it is what it is...Um if yu got any questions or if yu tryn collab get at me on my s.n. (Tha215Problem)...Iigh ? 100
-- Scream At Me
Story behind the song
Jus wanted to put sum truth in my work..
Lyrics
Lost In The Game
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..All the thoughts surroundin my name..
..All my Problems its all the same..
..All of my body an brain are framed..
..Contained, an Lost in the game..
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Wen im in the game, Its like im lost an roamin..
Try'n find a way out, im prayen an hopin..
That one day i can conqure, an rien on the game
Heat up on bars an make sure to stay on the flame..
A stroke of genis, watch as i reveal..
On this beat how i feel even without usen the steel..
The game, once a game, becomes reality..
Mom an pops, i hope yall proud of me..
Im a soldier, all the hate thats surounden me..
Pounden me, even got, the shit beat out of me..
But i stayed stronge, man the games ruthless..
But those kats who got me, ended up toothless..
I was shot at in a ally, ran for cover..
Thought bout my girl, i jus wanted to hug her..
But i didnt tell her, i didnt wana bug her..
But she found out, so i jus told her i loved her..yeah
The game caught me..i was lost in this moment..
A c-e-o called me to spit, i ended up choken..
That was my moment..but i fell short spoken..
My boy provoken me to spit again on the phone an..
I did..but i was studderen..sweat an adrenalin..
Rushen threw me..swingen like a penjalim..
I couldnt stop..just hung up an breathed hard..
Gained on my dream..penalised, increased yards..
It was a set back that the game gave me..
Im nota physco or crazy..jus choked like shady..
But i went to his crib, sat in his basement..
No words misplacen, an all statements..
Were all in there place an the look on his face..
My pages in order like books in there place..
Ready for all he askes, forgot the past..
Laughed, then spat an then i heard all the gasps..
People sayen i cant make it..u should plead the fifth..
Cas i did, but if u still wana box..ill leave ya ripped..
More people doubten me, then the Philly Eagles..
But im state property now like i was Beanie Siegal..
No gun talk on this track..just the truth riden threw..
An im not gon go away, like empires do..
Im stayen in my spot..im unmovable to forces..
But im not unsigned hype like useless source is..
Im still gon rock my throwbacks to forces..
An run with my life, like olympic torches..
Just notice how im true, tha probs honest..
Ima hero to kids, like i robbed comics..
My boys happy, im happy, my girls happy shit..
This is real talk, fuck the guns an clappin it..
Word of advice u wana see me improve ya shit..
Cuz ill leave ya gon, like magic illusion tricks..
