Touchdowns Lyrics

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