Post Game

A lot of failures turn success
That’s just the way it go
I used to question my movement
And it stunted my growth
I used to listen to Niggas
That all wanted me ghost
I started taking advantage
And that made me the goat
Second wind
Energy kicking in at half time
And I don’t need nobody to make me this ain’t the blindside
I been workin
Nothing but intensity
My whole life
I just put my team up on a wave
This shit at a high tide

Post game
Chillin under lights
Sippin champagne
I don’t need nobody
To tell me to do my damn thang
Family all around
They all call me by my old names
And we don’t dwell up on that old fame

Young Niggas
Vivid dreams of bеing billionaires
They ain’t built like us
Ya you know wе rare
No life ain’t fare
But we muscle through it
When we figure we lacking
We gotta make improvements
And shit I’m planning on stackin
Until my mamas through it
Be in Bahamas cursing
Listen to all my music
Shit hot
Doin then thangs that then sanas doin
This ain’t no mixtape shit
We call it album music