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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Every story got your name on it
Every room turn a stage for it
If the kids say one thing wrong
You flip the script, make a cage from it
You want praise with your morning milk
Want blame moved with a smile on it
Phone full of “me, me, me”
Then you act like I’m the vile one, kid
Same old show, same old spin
You keep score like a game, don’t you?
Every favor got a price tag
Every truth got a chain on it
I’m tryna raise ’em with some peace
You tryna put your pain on them
Cash in hand, eyes on the check
Then you ask why the room cold
[Pre-Chorus]
You want the shine, want the credit
Want the crown, want the headline
You make it heavy for the little ones
Then call it love in the same line
[Chorus]
It’s your game, your game
You make it all your name
It’s your game, your game
Love don’t look like that to me
It’s your game, your game
Money on the brain again
It’s your game, your game
But the kids see through the smoke
[Verse 2]
You talk “family” when it suits you
Then you vanish when it costs you
Turn a simple pick-up time
Into a storm with a lawsuit
Everything’s urgent when you need it
Nothing’s real when they need you
Got ’em caught in a tug-of-war
While you count what the chaos feeds you
You want gifts, you want proof
You want proof, then you move the goal line
I keep calm for the little hearts
’Cause they don’t need your whole world, mine
I seen tears on a tiny face
From a grown-up acting childish
I don’t say much, I just stay true
Let the facts do the talking
[Pre-Chorus]
You want the shine, want the credit
Want the crown, want the headline
You make it heavy for the little ones
Then call it love in the same line
[Chorus]
It’s your game, your game
You make it all your name
It’s your game, your game
Love don’t look like that to me
It’s your game, your game
Money on the brain again
It’s your game, your game
But the kids see through the smoke
[Bridge]
I’m not here for the circus
I’m here for the little ones
Less drama at the door step
More peace in the lunch box
If you really want the credit
Then earn it where it counts
Not in the middle of a crisis
Not with guilt on your mouth
[Final Chorus]
It’s your game, your game
You make it all your name
It’s your game, your game
Love don’t look like that to me
It’s your game, your game
Money on the brain again
It’s your game, your game
But the kids see through the smoke
Details
GeneratedAug 4, 2026
Duration3:22
LanguageEnglish
Style
Rap with a tight boom-bap pocket, mid-tempo swing, rubbery sub-bass and crisp snare cracks; verse rides sparse drums and a looped piano stab, pre-chorus strips to bass and handclaps, chorus hits with stacked hook doubles and shouted ad-libs. Filtered risers, reverse cymbal swells, and vinyl crackle bridge the sections. Dry close-mic lead, punchy and upfront mix., rap
Credits
Prompt byDiscoSpark538
ModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Song about my narcissistic baby momma that makes everything about her and plays games with my kids and makes everything about her and money, rap
