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(Ronnie Spencer vocalizes through whole song) |
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[Chorus: Z-Ro] |
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I'm still a player, a confidential player |
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I'm just trying to do something right, so let me live my life |
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Even though I'm still hustling, I know you want to see me struggling |
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But at least I'm trying to do something right so let me live my life |
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[Tyte Eyez] |
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Lord knows I had my share of doing the wrong things |
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But a bonified player that finds the life in me |
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Casualties make us cry but still we got to mash |
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Keep my eyes up on the sparrow and mind, up on my cash |
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Penetrate, finish last maintain a steady pace |
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Keep the busters out your business and haters up out your face |
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In this last rat race, the lord some's got to come |
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Shrivel my signature I call it rapping refunds |
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The ones that criticize be the ones you call your friends |
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The ones that ride it out ain't gone always be your kin |
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But then, you got to know, if it's yours you gone get it |
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But also you got to know that everyday, ain't terrific |
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Precision about your plans, keep it real with your fans |
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Watching my baby boy grow to be a young man |
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My daughter got to know, from the jump you a queen |
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And **** what them niggas say you tell them your daddy is a king |
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[Chorus] |
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[Big Moe] |
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Everytime I look around |
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These haters they be talking down |
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Big Moe that done bring more light |
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I even had a, had a harder time |
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But I'm still here still going strong |
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You can't believe what you hear in the song |
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About the year two triple o three |
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Whole wide world sipping drank with me |
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I got money but I'm still a little stressed |
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I thank the lord cause you know I'm the best |
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A little love set with the press |
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Why you want less cause through this |
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I guess it's best for me, to stay calm |
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And hold it down till the day that I'm gone |
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I got a white cup in my palm |
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Feel what a peach crush Mo-Yo's just a |
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Player, player, player, player |
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[Z-Ro] |
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Money, the rule to all evil that's what I need |
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Between the hours of 3 to 7, that's when I bleed |
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Mother****ers gone making the block hot, so I stay and move around |
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Tyte Eyez and Z-Ro stacking paper, it's going down |
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Break the shop of a nigga that's short stopping my change |
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But me and him to the fullest ducking bullets at close range |
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Feeling crazy, like I'm a lose my life to a bitch nigga |
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But while I'm here I be a rich nigga |
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Nephews and nieces, niece cool clothes and chains and pieces |
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I break bread with my family when my record releases |
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Besides skills in the west, nigga got mouths to feed |
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Anything against the grain just light a finger spot over seas |
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Saturday morning as a youngster I ain't have no bike |
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And I ain't have no Nikes, but in the triple I'ma have more ice |
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Around my neck and my wrist with fern doors |
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Z-Ro, confidentially yours a player |
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[Chorus] |
