Playmaker
Spot slappin' 24/7, I ain't clockin' out
All I know is get a bag, I know the feds be watchin' how
Bringin' niggas round me wit' no hustle, that shit not allowed
I done had like 15 traps but I ain't ever bought a house
Why you naggin' in my ear? Bitch gone head get up off me now
You ain't got a roll up in yo pocket? Get up off the couch
Ain't the typa nigga to be dissin, I'ma watch my mouth
Until I see em face to face, bitch I'ma have to wash it out
I be trappin' more den rappin' that's why you wont hear me much
Turned a soda black, my nigga said he kinda fear the crush
Bro be shavin' pistols puttin' buttons on em gearin' up
I hear my nigga voice still but he gone shit got me tearin' up
Only thing be fuckin' wit me, I ain't got my brother wit' me
He was gettin' over, coulda showed em how to hustle wit' me
When I heard that news, it froze my heart ain't got no love up in me
Dissin' A $ A P bitch on moms I'll put a hunnid in em
A nigga that I used to feed be out here saying I'm hatin' on em
Keepin' it a G, bitch I could ruin yo whole name lil homie
I could never watch a nigga pocket if I made it chunky
Crazy how these niggas get to actin once they get some money
Niggas switchin' up over some pussy, I cut off my cousin
Went through bands on bands to make sure all my niggas livin' comfy
Niggas went behind my back to act like they was gettin' infront me
Don't forget when you ain't have it, all I did was use to front it
Baby I been gridin' I ain't have shit else to do
If you wit' the opposition see my face, you better shoot
I can't let them niggas get me, they ain't playin' by the rules
Bitch I ain't 'Kinda Gettin Money' my shit stackin' through the roof
Bro said he tryna fix his problems so I threw his ass a tool
I'ma get back wit' you niggas who had tried to pull a move
Once I catch you movin' iffy that shit stuck to you like glue
I'ma get my point across until it ain't shit else to prove
Not all heroes wear capes & not all cops wear badges
I was doin' shit for niggas back when I ain't even have it
I was really makin' plays go ask around about my passes
Anything that I was doin' I partook in with a passion
All I know is get a bag, I know the feds be watchin' how
Bringin' niggas round me wit' no hustle, that shit not allowed
I done had like 15 traps but I ain't ever bought a house
Why you naggin' in my ear? Bitch gone head get up off me now
You ain't got a roll up in yo pocket? Get up off the couch
Ain't the typa nigga to be dissin, I'ma watch my mouth
Until I see em face to face, bitch I'ma have to wash it out
I be trappin' more den rappin' that's why you wont hear me much
Turned a soda black, my nigga said he kinda fear the crush
Bro be shavin' pistols puttin' buttons on em gearin' up
I hear my nigga voice still but he gone shit got me tearin' up
Only thing be fuckin' wit me, I ain't got my brother wit' me
He was gettin' over, coulda showed em how to hustle wit' me
When I heard that news, it froze my heart ain't got no love up in me
Dissin' A $ A P bitch on moms I'll put a hunnid in em
A nigga that I used to feed be out here saying I'm hatin' on em
Keepin' it a G, bitch I could ruin yo whole name lil homie
I could never watch a nigga pocket if I made it chunky
Crazy how these niggas get to actin once they get some money
Niggas switchin' up over some pussy, I cut off my cousin
Went through bands on bands to make sure all my niggas livin' comfy
Niggas went behind my back to act like they was gettin' infront me
Don't forget when you ain't have it, all I did was use to front it
Baby I been gridin' I ain't have shit else to do
If you wit' the opposition see my face, you better shoot
I can't let them niggas get me, they ain't playin' by the rules
Bitch I ain't 'Kinda Gettin Money' my shit stackin' through the roof
Bro said he tryna fix his problems so I threw his ass a tool
I'ma get back wit' you niggas who had tried to pull a move
Once I catch you movin' iffy that shit stuck to you like glue
I'ma get my point across until it ain't shit else to prove
Not all heroes wear capes & not all cops wear badges
I was doin' shit for niggas back when I ain't even have it
I was really makin' plays go ask around about my passes
Anything that I was doin' I partook in with a passion
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Writer(s): Jd Staycappin
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