Plays 2 (feat. Vincodaman)
I was born in the life I live
It was given to me, I ain't ask for it
I done been through this and that
Hard times, in and out the joint, fast forward
Going full speed, no brakes, and it's 220 on the dashboard
Trying to book me for a show, hit up KD, up front, I need half for it
Uh huh
I was waiting on the day
To see the look on niggaz face
Yea, you thought I went away
Uh huh
Well I'm back, and bitch I'm here to stay
More than half you niggaz in the way
I done took off lapping
Niggaz had a 4 year head start, by the way
Yella baby got her body did, hair & nails did, but scarred in the face
Pull out, all in her face
Give her a taste, but anyways
Stuff so many blues in the money counter it's gone wind up breaking anyday
Damn
I'm just tryna touch a M
And baby girl say she mad at me, I been trying to fuck her friend
She ain't mad cuz I'm trying to fuck her, she mad cuz I ain't cut her in
Fast break, you a lay up type of nigga, I like to fly above the rim
Last possession, clock winding down, fuck a tie, go for the win
I used to be homeless, now I got tenants
I get inspired by the real niggaz gettin' it
I ain't the type to get jealous
I might pop up like I'm hustle man
You could say I'm overzealous
Got the seal and jar I'm a make sure you never ever smell it
Found a plug in the land, thank god, they was double when I mailed it
Sold it back to the middle man & now he struggling to sell it
I'm just a square doing square business, let these other niggaz tell it
But these others Niggaz tellin'
& I got something I'm concealin'
I got glizzy on my pelvis
Actually, it's an FN
Actually I'm a lyin' Leo, brought a Hellcat for protection
Buy the plane like I'm Kenneth
It's Gods will, yea I said it
I can't fly no more spirit
my bag heavy, they be trippin'
I got a job, y'all be trippin'
All this shpeal about a 9-5
I work from home, and I be shippin'
You got a deal, I might be tryna slide
All these licks is finger lickin'
Green P's, no chickens
Mushrooms, no breading
You see these karats in my dentures?
I be serving up the veggies
While you niggaz be pretending
You ain't got motion really
You ain't got motion nigga I got plays 2
It was given to me, I ain't ask for it
I done been through this and that
Hard times, in and out the joint, fast forward
Going full speed, no brakes, and it's 220 on the dashboard
Trying to book me for a show, hit up KD, up front, I need half for it
Uh huh
I was waiting on the day
To see the look on niggaz face
Yea, you thought I went away
Uh huh
Well I'm back, and bitch I'm here to stay
More than half you niggaz in the way
I done took off lapping
Niggaz had a 4 year head start, by the way
Yella baby got her body did, hair & nails did, but scarred in the face
Pull out, all in her face
Give her a taste, but anyways
Stuff so many blues in the money counter it's gone wind up breaking anyday
Damn
I'm just tryna touch a M
And baby girl say she mad at me, I been trying to fuck her friend
She ain't mad cuz I'm trying to fuck her, she mad cuz I ain't cut her in
Fast break, you a lay up type of nigga, I like to fly above the rim
Last possession, clock winding down, fuck a tie, go for the win
I used to be homeless, now I got tenants
I get inspired by the real niggaz gettin' it
I ain't the type to get jealous
I might pop up like I'm hustle man
You could say I'm overzealous
Got the seal and jar I'm a make sure you never ever smell it
Found a plug in the land, thank god, they was double when I mailed it
Sold it back to the middle man & now he struggling to sell it
I'm just a square doing square business, let these other niggaz tell it
But these others Niggaz tellin'
& I got something I'm concealin'
I got glizzy on my pelvis
Actually, it's an FN
Actually I'm a lyin' Leo, brought a Hellcat for protection
Buy the plane like I'm Kenneth
It's Gods will, yea I said it
I can't fly no more spirit
my bag heavy, they be trippin'
I got a job, y'all be trippin'
All this shpeal about a 9-5
I work from home, and I be shippin'
You got a deal, I might be tryna slide
All these licks is finger lickin'
Green P's, no chickens
Mushrooms, no breading
You see these karats in my dentures?
I be serving up the veggies
While you niggaz be pretending
You ain't got motion really
You ain't got motion nigga I got plays 2
Credits
Writer(s): Vincent Lewis
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