Her Brain is Her Game
She don't get in just to play
No games, no music no beats by dre
She's ready to go get it by any means
No lies, no toys or the triggers they squeeze
Moving in silence like the ocean breeze
She on another level
It is what it is down on the gas pedal
Doesn't have to use her body
The words she make gone touch somebody
Her brain is her game
No quarters, courts or balls
That one beat love is the only thing that calls
She's not a regular lady
Being 17 1 baby in school already
Talking to me like I'm a regular guy
Little does she know I'm going towards the sky
A woman with a brain is the best thing
Not only can she think, read and sing
She's an educated intellectual, beautiful black queen
Her brain is her game
And I say it with no shame
She deserves all hearts and the fame
That's not her reason for playing
As Life gets hard
She gone surprise us when she flip over her card
We won't see the pain,scars, and tears
No time to cruise she in another gear
Paying for school working 24/7
Getting 7.25 but praying for 11
Long nights eying the books, No option but to get a 4.0
She's independent on her own
Can do everything a man can do...Bad to the Bone
That's the one I want because living this life to hard for our tone
Full of beauty and Power, no need for any STARS
The top thing I will say about her game is that,
her game has no bros or a main
Her game was used through the intellectual parts of her brain
Her game is rare to find,like a bottle of black wine
If her brain ain't apart of her game ,
Then it's not going to work,
Beautiful and black ,
No lies in that,
But I need,
Someone,
Who gone hold my back.
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