It ain't where you from, it where you at
( it an't where your from, it's where you at) if you deal in the past you set that trap, I came from hard streets and never my road paved in Gold, every opportunity I had I made it unfold! I see game, I say player I'll play along, you never know who I know is telling tune of this song, if your game lined up with my real opportunity then that means I flipped the script, but you saw a fake opportunity. A childish game you played but your fodder I passed along, they laughed I laughed and we moved along. The power of your mind is to be used as a gift, but you set the tune of fake riffs, we laughed at the promises, we laughed at the accolades we laughed and stirred at the cup of your ghetto kool-aid. That's what you call it right, when you think you've won, but you've made something ignite, then your game comes undone, take your yarn back kitten, your games undone!