Any Given Sunday

[Verse 1: Guru]

Though the times are getting wicked I'm bolder

I got a chip on my shoulder

True players always maintain, I'm different I told ya

Don't want to be just a commodity

I'm smarter G

This is my life, and my soul not just a job to me

It's the truest part of me

Fans now mobbing me

Fake friends acting like I just won the lottery

Back then I guess it was hard to see

The real paradox

What an odyssey

It's like that saying

Be careful what you pray for you might get it

Of course it's all about winning and money but how far would one let it

Taken 'em, the holy game can make 'em, then instantaneously break 'em

Rain one day sunshine the next

Haters try to stop my flow sometimes I'm vexed

What's next hounded by the press

Mad stress on my chest

Of course I know that I'm blessed but here's the test

On "Any Given Sunday" I got to play my best

[Hook]

Sacrifice don't give up the fight

Everything will be all right on any given Sunday

Guru: The harder they come, yeah the harder they must fall

Depends on you if you win or lose

You know you got to pay some dues so that you can live on Monday

Guru: Strive to achieve and die for what you believe

[Verse 2: Jamie Foxx]

On the battlefields left abandoned

One man standing

To me the ball was handed

Taken shots and left stranded

No defense so they tackle me

Every blow brings back a memory

Learning lessons from my injury

It's killing me

Cause at first they wasn't feeling me

Never given a chance to show my true ability

Too many pressures trying to play me out

Put me in positions that's sure to lay me out

No doubt

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Common]

Playing on a field of hard times

These struggles like the yard line that I gain from

Nowhere is where I came from

From day one, I knew the game and how to play run

But never knew the price of fame would weigh tons

Now I learn from self when pain comes

And walk when they say run

Fame could be as painful as the Death of Payton

Young black, gifted

But I'm wrapped in myself

Done broke many tackles but I'm trapped in myself

See what happens with wealth

At times you can lose yourself

During the sunniest of days many superstars melt

From cotton to football fields

You know how they play brothers

Long as we playing well they love us

I know on Any Given Sunday

This can be taken from me

What it all comes down to is money

I know on Any Given Sunday

This could be taken from me

What it all comes down to is money y'all

[Hook x2]