"Long Game Outro" lyrics
Jalen Brunson with the left hand
Dudes only poppin' online, but you know tech jams
That ain't your gang, they just want your green, Jets fans
Queens keep my name in they mouth like they Mets fans
Yeah, I ain't impressed, man
Labels pluckin' artists off TikTok like it's Petland, discount
You picked the wrong pony, need to dismount
I just roll my eyes whenever they put them lists out
Y'all keep sayin' it's for the culture you don't really give a shit 'bout
Y'all put it on the story, I put it in the music
So who's tellin' a story? And who really an artist?
This some shit you gotta live out
Y'all dudes try to play for real and take the risk out
That ain't for real then
That ain't for real, yeah
Blessed, but I earned it, the checks is concurrent
I care less what is current, which direction the current is
Currently been switchin' currency, was out in Europe
We just saw the faces of the people grew up 'cross the world from me who say the good word touched 'em
I ain't talkin' Catholic priests
I speak to real people, I don't need no plastic sheep
They come to me for art, they come to me for pain
And they come to you for a caption, sheesh
They come to you for cappin' speech or caps in speech
But your arms too short to actually reach
We just let the actions speak, yeah
That ain't well-crafted, me, I'm playin' the long game
I'm tryna ascertain somethin' that's beyond fame
You tryna entertain, but even when you entertain
Trust me, it's an endless game, if only tryna win's the aim
Everything performative, everyone a celebrity of their own universe
Everything pejorative, sympathy, outpourin' it
Can't be empathy or this level of indulgence'd be too much to bear
March to my own drum, but hear too much to snare
I need to embrace the kick in my heartbeat
The rhythm of life, the wick of the wax, where my art speak
So I'ma keep playin' the long game, yeah
The long game
Until I am where I belong, man, yeah
'Cause it's a long game
Dudes only poppin' online, but you know tech jams
That ain't your gang, they just want your green, Jets fans
Queens keep my name in they mouth like they Mets fans
Yeah, I ain't impressed, man
Labels pluckin' artists off TikTok like it's Petland, discount
You picked the wrong pony, need to dismount
I just roll my eyes whenever they put them lists out
Y'all keep sayin' it's for the culture you don't really give a shit 'bout
Y'all put it on the story, I put it in the music
So who's tellin' a story? And who really an artist?
This some shit you gotta live out
Y'all dudes try to play for real and take the risk out
That ain't for real then
That ain't for real, yeah
Blessed, but I earned it, the checks is concurrent
I care less what is current, which direction the current is
Currently been switchin' currency, was out in Europe
We just saw the faces of the people grew up 'cross the world from me who say the good word touched 'em
I ain't talkin' Catholic priests
I speak to real people, I don't need no plastic sheep
They come to me for art, they come to me for pain
And they come to you for a caption, sheesh
They come to you for cappin' speech or caps in speech
But your arms too short to actually reach
We just let the actions speak, yeah
That ain't well-crafted, me, I'm playin' the long game
I'm tryna ascertain somethin' that's beyond fame
You tryna entertain, but even when you entertain
Trust me, it's an endless game, if only tryna win's the aim
Everything performative, everyone a celebrity of their own universe
Everything pejorative, sympathy, outpourin' it
Can't be empathy or this level of indulgence'd be too much to bear
March to my own drum, but hear too much to snare
I need to embrace the kick in my heartbeat
The rhythm of life, the wick of the wax, where my art speak
So I'ma keep playin' the long game, yeah
The long game
Until I am where I belong, man, yeah
'Cause it's a long game
