role player

I'm a real player, come off the bench, I'm still on go Quarter ticket, to a mill in bonds, they still won't let him go Tell me what the f*ck I look like, fallin' out just over hoes If it ain't about that cash or fam, I won't pick up my phone Situations a long road for me, what you mean that just my bro Shit, if Kai was here, he'll tell me what it is about you hoes Shit, I can't believe bro really died, I still pick up my phone Pretty bitch, her personality, shit leave the message after the tone I hope my momma proud of me after the work I then put in Petty shit, result in lost with friends, work too hard to lose again Tryna triple up my profits, work too hard, I'm tryna win Hit my knees, I pray at night, I'm hopin' God forgive my sins Crashed the beamer, I couldn't believe it though How the f*ck you supposed to win with all them people Hop out v's, committing sins, but he a demon though Hollow tips and them FN's, but he a reaper though He a demon though Ain't no competition at all, them niggas can't f*ck with me If there ain't no loyalty at all, them niggas can't run with me I'm an artist, not a rapper, know, what's up with me P.T.S.D. my brodie, always keep a drum with em I'ma make it out for mine, I hope you make it out for yours Try to cherish what we had, but you had too many closed doors He knew the consequences, his brodie died, he still gon' try to score Foreign whip, suicide doors, attract the whore, baddie galore I'm tryna touch a hundred million, I can't chill yet I'm tryna touch a hundred million for my children I'm tryna see what a hundred million really feel like I'm tryna see what a hundred million really spend like Pressure make diamonds, I'ma shine like one Chasin' money till the sun come up I tried to give her all my love until my love gave up I tried to give her all my trust until my trust gave up You know that I know niggas hoppin' out on them V's I'm tryna hop off jets What you know about walkin' through the scene and people breakin' necks I'm an addict to her love, I kicked the cup I'm like what's next I got a hater everywhere, but all them haters bring in checks I'm a real player, come off the bench, I'm still on go Quarter ticket to a mill, his bond they just won't let him go Tell me what the f*ck I look like, fallin' out, just over hoes If it ain't about that cash or fam, I won't pick up my phone Situations a long road for me, what you mean, that just my bro Shit, if Kai was here, he'll tell me what it is about you, hoes Shit, I can't believe bro really died, I still pick up my phone Pretty bitch, her personality shit, leave a message after the tone After the tone