Player's Ball
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Who's that figure at the player's ball?
Smacking 'em down, and still keeps it raw
Rocking out for baddies, need a pair or more (Paramore)
Sets 'em off when he press record
Lets his middle fingers do a world tour
Competition ain't no conversation
Cuz I'm Jimi Hendrix how I shred 'em all
Nothing to lose, who's fear for?
Hunter of crews in my pure form
Pick a target, a noose, be it king or a rook
Wipe 'em all out, leave a clear board
You don't play to win? Then what you here for?
Flavours came and went, we never hear from
Any of 'em, way too many of 'em, 'cept some bad decisions
Million pills popped
Steadily chasing the ghosts of the goats
Raising the bar while still stealing the show
Ambidextrous, how I juggle 'em both
But unlike 'em clowns, I kill with the jokes
Cold spitter, hit 'em no scope, going gorilla, man, go figure
Body of work speaks for itself, all naturale, ain't no filler
Toast with us, here's to Goodfellas
Need the crew together, for the newest chapter
Locked in, had to do better
Stepped on some mice just to stack cheddar
Off the grid, I left phones ringing
No hard feelings, if I'm cold with it
Started this dream, it's my road to finish
So it's me, myself, I, rest of y'all? Witness
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Who's that figure at the player's ball?
Smacking 'em down, and still keeps it raw
Rocking out for baddies, need a pair or more (Paramore)
Sets 'em off when he press record
Lets his middle fingers do a world tour
Competition ain't no conversation
Cuz I'm Jimi Hendrix how I shred 'em all
Many men wishin' death 'pon me
They don't stand a chance next to he
Him Duncan, calling bank shots
Fundamental that I can pop
Kill a cam like Cam'Ron
So fly, what's a passport?
Ain't seen a shot I wasn't meant for
Take my future head on with all masks off
Claim you the best? You a damn fraud
Say it with your chest, but them eyes talk
Rent free, in your head
'Cept I boss 'em around like the landlord
King of the court of this lyrical sport
Gestures of jesters amuse me no more
Past or the present, y'all all getting severed
Learn some respect and acknowledge my presence
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Who's that figure at the player's ball?
Smacking 'em down, and still keeps it raw
Rocking out for baddies, need a pair or more (Paramore)
Sets 'em off when he press record
Lets his middle fingers do a world tour
Competition ain't no conversation
Cuz I'm Jimi Hendrix how I shred 'em all
Who's that figure at the player's ball?
Smacking 'em down, and still keeps it raw
Rocking out for baddies, need a pair or more (Paramore)
Sets 'em off when he press record
Lets his middle fingers do a world tour
Competition ain't no conversation
Cuz I'm Jimi Hendrix how I shred 'em all
Nothing to lose, who's fear for?
Hunter of crews in my pure form
Pick a target, a noose, be it king or a rook
Wipe 'em all out, leave a clear board
You don't play to win? Then what you here for?
Flavours came and went, we never hear from
Any of 'em, way too many of 'em, 'cept some bad decisions
Million pills popped
Steadily chasing the ghosts of the goats
Raising the bar while still stealing the show
Ambidextrous, how I juggle 'em both
But unlike 'em clowns, I kill with the jokes
Cold spitter, hit 'em no scope, going gorilla, man, go figure
Body of work speaks for itself, all naturale, ain't no filler
Toast with us, here's to Goodfellas
Need the crew together, for the newest chapter
Locked in, had to do better
Stepped on some mice just to stack cheddar
Off the grid, I left phones ringing
No hard feelings, if I'm cold with it
Started this dream, it's my road to finish
So it's me, myself, I, rest of y'all? Witness
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Who's that figure at the player's ball?
Smacking 'em down, and still keeps it raw
Rocking out for baddies, need a pair or more (Paramore)
Sets 'em off when he press record
Lets his middle fingers do a world tour
Competition ain't no conversation
Cuz I'm Jimi Hendrix how I shred 'em all
Many men wishin' death 'pon me
They don't stand a chance next to he
Him Duncan, calling bank shots
Fundamental that I can pop
Kill a cam like Cam'Ron
So fly, what's a passport?
Ain't seen a shot I wasn't meant for
Take my future head on with all masks off
Claim you the best? You a damn fraud
Say it with your chest, but them eyes talk
Rent free, in your head
'Cept I boss 'em around like the landlord
King of the court of this lyrical sport
Gestures of jesters amuse me no more
Past or the present, y'all all getting severed
Learn some respect and acknowledge my presence
Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Who's that figure at the player's ball?
Smacking 'em down, and still keeps it raw
Rocking out for baddies, need a pair or more (Paramore)
Sets 'em off when he press record
Lets his middle fingers do a world tour
Competition ain't no conversation
Cuz I'm Jimi Hendrix how I shred 'em all
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Writer(s): Nicholas Lim
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