Sin City Quinn - Blame The Game lyrics

[Verse One: Adam Quinn] I been sitting in the studio like what is real And all these n***a got opinions like they know the game And all these n***as saying they get it like the know the pain But you won't feel me til you numb n***a, Novocaine The same n***as build me up tryna bring me down n***as hate that you can do this sh** without them I'm seeing faces but my n***as ain't around I want that feeling back when we just did the outcome And everybody just listen when they telling lies Fired some n***as and that and that bullsh** was televised Having public feuds with these bullsh** managers I swear I'm so sick of s**ing with these lames I'm sitting back look at new fans adding us And week by week seeing that those numbers never change I'm getting better but relevancy in the moments Argue with the label about bullsh**, the budgets frozen Prolly shouldn't say that but f** it it's in the open Twelve years in the game and n***as is still hoping n***as talking sh** I be hearing it through the grapevine I'm asking what's going on take this heart of mine Yeah, I feel the full court pressure Yeah, damn these A&R's love to test ya Damn, phone ringing on the dresser But, I don't even wanna answer Falling out with Stick Up I was f**ing speechless All I did was look in his eyes, I was speechless Rapping is my job but n***a I need raise Still I spend five notes on some f**ing Dita shades That's where my heads at, I ain't saying it's right Tryna f** the world I gotta plan it right And I ain't plan to write nothing but a standard verse But Ye beats hit the spot n***a Pepsi cola I got a old soul, In a new n***a Shout to Kool Herc this for you n***a It's all good when these stations get ya record played But til that mothaf**a charts you ain't getting paid And all these fake n***as coming with they hands out I'm tryna get my girl and take my friends out The cousin that I looked up to just had a baby I ain't seen his face in years man that sh** is crazy On some real he put me up on this rap sh** Taking trips around the states in the back sh** Damn, I remember those days We grew apart now I guess it's old age Now its awkward like the moment When you just f**ed up and everybody but you knows it Perfect metaphor, sometimes I get it right And all them f**ing bloggers need to f**ing get a life This fame sh** is something that you need to ready for Why you think all these stars check in Betty Ford And all these new faces really think sonnin you Like they opinions really matter n***a who are you They making pacts saying they swear to keep me humble But f** you I don't mean to bust your bubble n***as never spit a line and say to play the game b**hes from my past life see how much I changed Remember when I use to buy my black with pocket change Now I don't notice me in mirrors, you can blame the game