I Know This Game

I Know This Game - Sadat X Lyrics

[intro]

… it forced a lot of dudes I've seen that used to work at the record labels is out here grinding now, and its hard for them! Because they don't really understand how to do it! You know, they be like, “damn yo, the labels closed down, like I'm really supposed to do this …

Yeah... I know this game!

I know this one right here

If anything i know this

After these years

Check it out



[Verse 1]

I know the game from the inside

First person, actual facts

I got actual plaques

See the disappearance now of the wack

Some fell through the cracks

The labor of love, broke their backs

Some work ethics was lax

Couldn't afford the hot tracks

Some bubbled and they blew through they stacks

Some took it to the streets with the jacks

Wound up in Clinton Max

Some fell ‘cause they didn't pay tax

Make songs that were glossy as shellac

Took a e-pill & wacked

The God he is sharp as a tack

From the days of backpacks

White people and black

Outlasted a lot of acts

From New York to North Cacs

You stealing from Saks

Reeling from attacks

Nothing about you attracts

Got a suit but old slacks



[Verse 2]

Promoters send half and a plane ticket

To get to their city and they want you to kick it

I'm asking, “Is everything alright?”

“We gon be good tonight?”

If they say they need to holla

They done fucked up the dolla

The venue, the menu, problems at the door

Blame it on the law

They did this before

Fifty dollar tickets in a twenty dollar space

In a hotel room they pleading their case

“This ain't never happened!”

“We did shows with rapping!”

Two or three promoters, who's the fucking captain?

“Yo I'll take care of y'all”

“I swear in a week”

“You want some more Henny?”

“You want that freak?”

Nah motherfucker, I want all my bread

I'll take another drink, but I'm good on the head

And let me hold a watch and a chain instead

I got bills, you trying to keep me in the red!



[Verse 3]

A label?

You do better working for cable

Labels is dead and the grind is instead

I know some A&R's who now wash cars

They was signing rap stars when they was in power

Sony fired everybody, everybody's sour

Now rap moguls gotta blend with the locals

What was that fly shit you said about my vocals?

A former label head lives right on my block

“You still rock with hip hop?”

“Nah straight rock!”

No label is able to stop me

Push they head right down where my cock be

The independent grind is mine and that's fine

Remember saying label was a hell of a line

Now they left behind like the dinosaurs

They shitted on niggas

First week sales and first week figures

It didn't add up, they was pullin them triggers

“Yo this shit looks like it's gonna brick”

“Let's pull out this shit now and save ours”



[outro]

As you get older man, you see man, like, it ain't gonna pay man, just do the show, get the dough, and go

That be the motto…