Mazo - I AM (Sad Nigga Shit) Lyrics

What's treason
In a game of chess
When your knights turn on you fast
So I check my mates
And my circle is small
I'm protected
Ain't too much to it
There's no checklist
And all you gotta do is be real
Keep an eye open for the steal
That means
Stayin' alert for the gang
Don't get murked
It's much similar to gang shoot outs
Fights over turfs
With all these eyes on me
I feel anxiety is boutta get one over me
I feel it's over me when niggas force the chemistry
It's all inside of me when thoughts abort intricacies
I
Wanted to show her the world
But reality's so funny when life makes you hit the curve
And feelings don't mean shit
Past memories thrown in the dirt
I swear I kept it moving more often than I deserved
I
I'm trynna get more personal
Open up my door
It's so risky but I can't be sure
What it's really for
Is it therapy? I can't be sure
What it's really for
Is it money? For the fame galore
What's it really for
I just know I love this rap shit
I'm on it more than a passion
It's honest,
The satisfaction from always hitting the beat
In the most intricate of moments
I know I can be corny
But yo! At least it flows
The rhytmics that make my sonics
For sure
I'm getting better after every song
It's been a long way since recording phones
And sleepless nights trynna write all my songs
And stressing over shit I ain't deserve
And then I smoke so I control my nerves
Now we entered level 2
Yeah
I love this rap shit, I'm on it
More than a passion, I always
Make sure that the growth is consistent
I practice more than envisioned
With studio repetition
It's all for the vision, a mission
And make it past competition
I know we're growing together
But shit I want to make it
At the top of the scene
Cause I rap too clean
And it's over me
How I ain't OD on beats, on tree
Cause I smoke these fuckers daily
And I don't have time for pity
Shit lightweight, like it was petite
And I'm on my feet
Fuck an address imma go IP
Ipman, it's blows on blows
Cause my fist deadly
Same for my D
And more
And she looking good
Foshaw
Kinda miss her though
You know
Over a year we were together man
It hurt and even though we coulda fixed it
Man she tapped out first
But then she changed her mind
And when she hit me up
I could never go back
Even though, I still loved her
Sad Nigga Shit

What's treason
In a game of chess
When your knights turn on you fast
So I check my mates
And my circle is small
I'm protected
Ain't too much to it
There's no checklist
And all you gotta do is be real
Keep an eye open for the steal
That means
Stayin' alert for the gang
Don't get murked
It's much similar to gang shoot outs
Fights over turfs
With all these eyes on me
I feel anxiety is boutta get one over me
I feel it's over me when niggas force the chemistry
It's all inside of me when thoughts abort intricacies
I
Wanted to show her the world
But reality's so funny when life makes you hit the curve
And feelings don't mean shit
Past memories thrown in the dirt
I swear I kept it moving more often than I deserved
I
I'm trynna get more personal
Open up my door
It's so risky but I can't be sure
What it's really for
Is it therapy? I can't be sure
What it's really for
Is it money? For the fame galore
What's it really for
I just know I love this rap shit
I'm on it more than a passion
It's honest,
The satisfaction from always hitting the beat
In the most intricate of moments
I know I can be corny
But yo! At least it flows
The rhytmics that make my sonics
For sure
I'm getting better after every song
It's been a long way since recording phones
And sleepless nights trynna write all my songs
And stressing over shit I ain't deserve
And then I smoke so I control my nerves
Now we entered level 2
Yeah
I love this rap shit, I'm on it
More than a passion, I always
Make sure that the growth is consistent
I practice more than envisioned
With studio repetition
It's all for the vision, a mission
And make it past competition
I know we're growing together
But shit I want to make it
At the top of the scene
Cause I rap too clean
And it's over me
How I ain't OD on beats, on tree
Cause I smoke these fuckers daily
And I don't have time for pity
Shit lightweight, like it was petite
And I'm on my feet
Fuck an address imma go IP
Ipman, it's blows on blows
Cause my fist deadly
Same for my D
And more
And she looking good
Foshaw
Kinda miss her though
You know
Over a year we were together man
It hurt and even though we coulda fixed it
Man she tapped out first
But then she changed her mind
And when she hit me up
I could never go back
Even though, I still loved her
Sad Nigga Shit