Played the player

“Played the Player” She thought she had a king on a string, that’s tragic, But I’m cut from a cloth that’s magic, savage. She playin’ checkers, I’m playin’ chess on acid, Every move calculated, her emotions — damaged. Tried to act slick, whisper lies in my ear, Talkin’ loyalty and love while she sippin’ cheap beer. I seen the mask crack, girl, the truth too clear, You ain’t playin’ me — you performin’ for a mirror. I’m that nightmare that you dream about at night, While you textin’ other dudes, I’m laughin’ outta sight. Had her thinkin’ she the queen, yeah, alright, But I wrote the script, baby — I’m directin’ your life. You talk slick? I talk silence and action, You seek love, I seek balance and traction. While you post thirst traps for attention and caption, I’m ghostin’ your world — satisfaction in subtraction. You wanted games? Cool — I made the console, You wanted smoke? Babe, I brought the charcoal. You wanted love? I gave you art, though, And dipped out smooth, left your heart in a barcode. She think she broke me? Nah, that’s a cute delusion, I’m the king of confusion, the puppet master illusion. Every tear you cried was part of my conclusion, I study manipulation — call it soul transfusion. You ain’t the first, you the test, the lesson, A fake flex wrapped in a cheap obsession. You wanted power — I gave confession, But never truth, girl, just a staged impression. While you out there thinkin’ you the heartbreak queen, I’m behind the scenes laughin’ — knowin’ what it means. You bit the bait, thought I’d chase your schemes, Now I’m countin’ victories while you chasin’ dreams. I’m ice-cold, precision like a sniper’s breath, You the reason I don’t trust love — or text. You thinkin’ you the threat? I’m the cause of stress, I’m the ghost that’ll haunt what’s left of your mess. You played dirty, but I wrote the rules, You played smart, but I played fools. You thought I cared, but I kept my cool, Now your karma got wings — and it’s comin’ for you. So toast to your lies, your fake mascara, Your late-night cries, your lost bravada. I’m too wise, girl, to fall for drama, I’m the beast you built — now welcome to karma. 🔥 Final bar: “You thought you had the crown, but I built the throne, You played a part, girl — I wrote the whole poem. Now the truth’s exposed — yeah, your cover’s blown, While you were playin’ me — I was playin’ you alone.”