Touchdowns

King
Look
Ain't no hiding behind no veil
I love presenting my heart, to a fault
That's how I always been, guess I wasn't taught
About putting on acts
Like I got more than I have
Cuz I don't wanna disappoint when they start presenting facts
A servant and a leader's how I choose to live my life
Prolly why these folks always telling me I'm too nice
Y'all fail to understand why I'm lending helping hands
Like I'm taking mental notes and plotting a payback plan
I never ask for nothing cuz y'all ain't got shit to offer
Just giving y'all things to say for the day I lay in my coffin
Pray I'm not prophesying death be on my mind often
Thinking bout all the dreams I used to chase, but never caught them
Couldn't control some, some I feel out of love
Worked my ass off for D1 got there and got cut
I still dream about what could've been to this date
Was rejection always my fate or was I scared to be great?
In high school depressed because I ain't understand
Why 16 year old Jamaal was held back by a man
Imaging bussing your ass and shit not going as planned
Until you proved these niggas wrong when they gave you a chance
You'd think this was story bout roads to glory and triumph
But by the time I got to Annapolis, I was tired
Ain't wanna repeat the process so low effort in my conquest
Running from adversity, wanted no parts of contest
Ain't mind leaving the game, but to this day I feel shame
So I promise that this rap shit ain't gon end up the same
And I know, it's gon be some folks playing with my name
And I know, folks present theyselves as friends
But the envy in they veins is gonna drive them to start playing mental games
Too naive to notice when teammates did me the same
Looking back these niggas didn't move the way a bro would do
And when I call em out, they would call me emotional
I guess deflection was a part of they plan
Cuz instead gives them hands, I'm like what if I am
I'm watching all the games claiming I can play better
And to make worse my best friend was breaking hella records
So now I'd rather deal with the embarrassment of trying
Instead of the embarrassment of coming home and lying
Like rap just wasn't for me man I had to let it go
To friends I grew up balling with that's the lie I told
I wasn't man enough to admit the that I fucking suck
And that work they saw putting in growing up won't enough
And now my steam is something Cole when cut from teams
To power me to prominence and not give up on my dreams
I guess we gotta know failure to build character
I guess rejection could leave me with Ye's arrogance
Cuz I can't take the date nightmares of rapping come round
8 Years since they cut me and I still dream about touchdowns