You got your seat at the table from your Daddy
And your mama gave you love, sweet love.
You take your weekends at the vineyard in the valley,
Where easy money rains down from above.
Shit don’t stick to men like you
Its been like that since the beginning.
But listen up cos I think I know
How it is that you keep winning.

Well you run the game for the home team.
You take aim and like a laser beam,
One by one you take you rivals down
So when you play the field you’re the best on ground.
Its a tragedy, but there’s no referee to lay the blame
Cos you run the game

Just imagine, there’s a race to run.
You’re on the track, waiting for the gun.
You might win, but to seal that deal
You slice your rival's Achilles’ heel.
Man that’s cruel, but to you all of life’s a race
And there’s no second place.

Can you tell me how it feels
Now the underdogs are snapping at your heels?

Now your mama’s crying and your daddy screams
And in your heart you know what that means.
You and all the gang
Are gonna have to hang your heads in shame
Now I run the game.