Slave - Mik

My love for the game will never die

Shit ain’t the same so I’d rather die

So much more than love and pride

I done this shit like day and night

Slave to the game, man, shit ain’t right

365, all I do is write

Can’t complain cuh the flow is tight

And it gets on top when the money’s light

So I go out there, start moving light

Then I think to myself, what’s really life?

Does three plus two really equal five?

Does three plus two really equal five?

Of course it does, I just want more

But it feels so long when I’m getting five

When I put in ten, I just want more

So why the fuck do I feel like a

Slave

Slave to the game

Slave

Slave to the game

Slave

Slave to the game

Slave

Slave to the game

How much more can I take of this?

Feel like a slave when I’m making this

Why’s my name not on the list?

Fuck this, I’d rather slit my wrist

Wile out and chill with a herbalist

Ten years and I still ain’t heard of this

Piss take, man, I always take the piss

Karma, maybe it really is

Flicked the coin and that’s what they gave me

Maybe heaven on earth might save me

Or maybe not, might grave me

Chain on my neck enslave me

Will it slow me down, make me lazy?

Can’t understand, call it crazy

Makes no sense, but this shit pays me

Makes no sense, but it might turn me a

Slave

Slave to the game

Slave

Slave to the game

Slave

Slave to the game

Slave

Slave to the game