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I try my best creating a story that has the listener believe I'm talking about money but in the end it's revealed I'm just playing an intense game of Jenga #contest [INTRO] Yeah… Everybody sees the finished product. Nobody sees the little decisions that got it there. Funny thing about pressure… It tells you exactly what you’re made of. [VERSE 1] I walked in looking calm like I already won But I’m calculating moves while I’m joking with everyone Everybody got opinions, everybody got a theory Funny how the loudest ones disappear when it gets serious I got a weird little method, I’m a beautiful mess Half confidence, half “what happens next?” I’m balancing ambition with a little bit of stress Got a hundred different thoughts doing laps in my head I been stacking my wins, stacking days, stacking patience Stacking all the moments nobody thought were amazing Little things add up, that’s the dangerous part A tiny little spark can turn a room into art I’m too focused, too locked in, too stubborn I make a bad idea look good with discussion Everybody saying “Bro, how’d you think of that?” I say “I don’t know, I just smoked crack” The block is hot, but I’m cool with the pressure Got a steady hand, don't question just answer I’m moving real slow while they rushing the effort one wrong choice can change the endeavor [Hook] The block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, your thoughts could rock Build it high, don't let it drop, I'm the king of the mountaintop Yeah, the block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, the whole vibe flop Hold your breath, I'm 'bout to pop — shh — sike, I'm playin', let it rock. [VERSE 2] I got everybody staring like I’m solving a crime Like “Why he taking so long? Man, he wasting his time” Nah, I’m reading the room, I’m feeling the vibe Sometimes you gotta wait before you make your reply I’m pulling from experience, learning the angles Avoiding situations that could turn into tangles Everybody wants action, everybody wants movement Nobody talks about the patience that proves it I’m a master of pressure with a rookie’s excitement A little too confident, a little too righteous I got a poker face but my palms telling stories Still acting like I’m not in a dangerous moment I hear “Don’t do that,” I hear “Leave it alone” I hear everybody suddenly changing their tone Crazy how a small decision becomes a big deal When everybody realizes the stakes are real I’m surrounded by people giving me directions Everybody’s got a different suggestion “Go left, go right, nah, wait, don’t touch that” Everybody got brave until they’re holding the map [Hook] The block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, your thoughts could rock Build it high, don't let it drop, I'm the king of the mountaintop Yeah, the block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, the whole vibe flop Hold your breath, I'm 'bout to pop — shh — sike, I'm playin', let it rock. [Verse 3] The block is hot, had to roll the sleeves up on the Henley Sweatin' like I'm on a first date, hands ain't even trembly My boy whispered, "Bruh, just pull somethin', stop the stalling" I said, "Patience is the difference between standing and a falling" His new girl asked me what I'm moving I told her "Product that could crumble if you're not careful how you're grooving" She whispered to my boy, "He's mysterious, I like it" I heard the whole thing, I didn't flinch, I'm too locked in to get excited She thought I'm pushing weight, I'm pushing boundaries of friction One tap in the wrong spot leaves more suspicions I see the gap, I see the grain, I see the opportunity You see a block and grab it, that's the difference between you and me I'm in a staring contest countin' the stacks, I ain't blinking You're 3 drinks in, your concentration's shrinking I'm not a gambler, I'm a surgeon with a strategy You're a wild bull in a china shop that never heard 'bout gravity I can feel the grain, the friction, this is tactile poetry You just yankin' at the first block that your eyes can see "amateur" My granddad used to say, "Slow hands make the strong man" You got fast hands man, your future is field with try agains "damn" [Bridge/Outro] I was never 'bout the bands, never 'bout the flash Never 'bout the offshore, never 'bout the cash stash I'm just a man with some wood and a room full of nerve One shaky hand away from everybody gettin' served (served) …It's always been Jenga, baby. That's the only stack. Hear a loud crash, fuck who hit the table I blame the playlist
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I try my best creating a story that has the listener believe I'm talking about money but in the end it's revealed I'm just playing an intense game of Jenga #contest [INTRO] Yeah… Everybody sees the finished product. Nobody sees the little decisions that got it there. Funny thing about pressure… It tells you exactly what you’re made of. [VERSE 1] I walked in looking calm like I already won But I’m calculating moves while I’m joking with everyone Everybody got opinions, everybody got a theory Funny how the loudest ones disappear when it gets serious I got a weird little method, I’m a beautiful mess Half confidence, half “what happens next?” I’m balancing ambition with a little bit of stress Got a hundred different thoughts doing laps in my head I been stacking my wins, stacking days, stacking patience Stacking all the moments nobody thought were amazing Little things add up, that’s the dangerous part A tiny little spark can turn a room into art I’m too focused, too locked in, too stubborn I make a bad idea look good with discussion Everybody saying “Bro, how’d you think of that?” I say “I don’t know, I just smoked crack” The block is hot, but I’m cool with the pressure Got a steady hand, don't question just answer I’m moving real slow while they rushing the effort one wrong choice can change the endeavor [Hook] The block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, your thoughts could rock Build it high, don't let it drop, I'm the king of the mountaintop Yeah, the block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, the whole vibe flop Hold your breath, I'm 'bout to pop — shh — sike, I'm playin', let it rock. [VERSE 2] I got everybody staring like I’m solving a crime Like “Why he taking so long? Man, he wasting his time” Nah, I’m reading the room, I’m feeling the vibe Sometimes you gotta wait before you make your reply I’m pulling from experience, learning the angles Avoiding situations that could turn into tangles Everybody wants action, everybody wants movement Nobody talks about the patience that proves it I’m a master of pressure with a rookie’s excitement A little too confident, a little too righteous I got a poker face but my palms telling stories Still acting like I’m not in a dangerous moment I hear “Don’t do that,” I hear “Leave it alone” I hear everybody suddenly changing their tone Crazy how a small decision becomes a big deal When everybody realizes the stakes are real I’m surrounded by people giving me directions Everybody’s got a different suggestion “Go left, go right, nah, wait, don’t touch that” Everybody got brave until they’re holding the map [Hook] The block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, your thoughts could rock Build it high, don't let it drop, I'm the king of the mountaintop Yeah, the block is hot, I stack the thots, one false move, the whole vibe flop Hold your breath, I'm 'bout to pop — shh — sike, I'm playin', let it rock. [Verse 3] The block is hot, had to roll the sleeves up on the Henley Sweatin' like I'm on a first date, hands ain't even trembly My boy whispered, "Bruh, just pull somethin', stop the stalling" I said, "Patience is the difference between standing and a falling" His new girl asked me what I'm moving I told her "Product that could crumble if you're not careful how you're grooving" She whispered to my boy, "He's mysterious, I like it" I heard the whole thing, I didn't flinch, I'm too locked in to get excited She thought I'm pushing weight, I'm pushing boundaries of friction One tap in the wrong spot leaves more suspicions I see the gap, I see the grain, I see the opportunity You see a block and grab it, that's the difference between you and me I'm in a staring contest countin' the stacks, I ain't blinking You're 3 drinks in, your concentration's shrinking I'm not a gambler, I'm a surgeon with a strategy You're a wild bull in a china shop that never heard 'bout gravity I can feel the grain, the friction, this is tactile poetry You just yankin' at the first block that your eyes can see "amateur" My granddad used to say, "Slow hands make the strong man" You got fast hands man, your future is field with try agains "damn" [Bridge/Outro] I was never 'bout the bands, never 'bout the flash Never 'bout the offshore, never 'bout the cash stash I'm just a man with some wood and a room full of nerve One shaky hand away from everybody gettin' served (served) …It's always been Jenga, baby. That's the only stack. Hear a loud crash, fuck who hit the table I blame the playlist
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