Tell me to stop playing Wait was that a threat I hope you can handle your beef Way better than the way that you act So let’s rehash it Maybe I can give you some critique So next time you bluff You know It won’t be with me Keep your cards to your chest Always pay attention Lies they tell the newbies Just don’t give a fuck Look at your cards if they’re good Push them away Their auto response Your hand is trash They think you’ll fold So they’ll raise Calculate the risk Versus the reward Could have the best two cards But unless you’re a shark There’s only so much you can do to control the board So compare your stacks Look for all your exits Watch the raiser out the corner Of your eye project an air of vulnerability Set the trap they can’t escape Before you even played they took the bait So do you match the bet, raise, or fold I guess it all depends how many questions were asked and truths told all micro expressions shown, it’s social engineering and knowing how to count, read theclusters and to know when you hit gold (Anyway back to your act) Your performative crying Your holding back The restraint was false You overplayed the part Over strained your voice shifting of intensity The cadence was off Technique was too mixed And obvious tonal shifts Every transition noted Every question is spiked and loaded Just like the dice Is it really a game Just cats and mice Odds always in my favor Chips stay stacked This knowledge is power Turnt into cash Make it rain so long There would be no strippers left Because they all would retired Hands so steady Came out the womb Born ready Every lame proclaims This they year I say this is my life And I bled to get here Born from the fires Ever scar earned knowledge worn like a badge So surgical, coming with the precision To vivisect, and dissect your answers Reading what is spoken and left unsaid Can read the room and Just like all those other bitches You think I’m just a tool Every response spoke Louder than your words Using me to manipulate Your man pitiful … So about the drama So why’d you skip the class No I know you never did Thank god for those teachers I mean they should have been fired Just grateful that by now That they’re dead or retired Mostly only students admired But I guess so they let them pass When not one of these bitches even know how to act
