Rules of the Game Video (MV)

Everybody miss the old me
I'll never miss the L.A. traffic
Born an eastside killer on the block
That's static
Got addicted to the game like a drug addict
Breaking up with the game
Wish I never got her name tatted
You better, watch your step when you walk with demons
Crossing where the dogs bark at the wrong street
Join me in prayer
Man, I pray my brother sleeps at night
Like father like son
Running off another sleepless night
Somehow I ended up in places you don't want to go
Trying to hide in plain sight but I can't hide the camo
Bury me in all black to offset my skin tone
Who put up shots in this dice game?
Because we casting lots
My life is up against the clock
I broke the clock
So Ima spend the time I got on another watch
Time is money
Spend this past life in the booth
You ever tired of walking in the fruit?
In search for different views
The Lord uses my flesh to ignite a fire that's spewing the fumes
Lost another to my own demise
A lost soul that cries
A body covered in scars from love and knives
My eyes started writing visions so I had to make it plain
The choir dressed in white gold like a brother chain
Lost brothers in the chain gang
Make the choppa sang
In this life, it's kill or be killed
Shooters wear a mask
Bullets got me feeling ill
Grab my prescription off the table, had to take the pill
Don't know the man in the mirror, like is he even real?
Went and paid the Holy Ghost writer to write my will
Calling out to God in these chains
I done lost my grills
Gave my life as the price for the price of thrills
Cut off the enemy, went and tore my Achilles heel
You can bet on my life
I'm rolling the dice
Playing with the cards I was dealt, I'm keeping it quiet
Playing by the rules of the game, nobody know my name
Started feeling the pressure, I'm smiling through the pain
Went and sold these vendettas, they weighing on my brain
You got to go and get your weight up, you're losing it smoking Mary Jane
What's with that feeling that we get but we can't explain
I got many voices in my head that started telling me things
I pray to deal with my ailments before I lay to rest in good riddance
I keep up appearances and need deliverance
To die to the flesh and feed my spirit, call it body building
Asking God for forgiveness, I'm at the altar kneeling
Sin is appealing and I'm feeling indifferent towards these feelings
Because the pain's surreal and it'll never heal, with or without the devil
Praying they'll bury me when the dust settles
I'm in the game just maintaining for flower petals
Premature deaths from the use of reticles
Open your eyes, I hope you get the message