Play My Position ft. Crisis Lyrics

This that flow

That make ya

Soul burn slow

While nailed to a cross

From the land of the lost

Paid the cost

While the price is still high

To be a boss

In the Bronx

Whipping up enough pies

To be the source

Like Ross

Everyday hustling

Everyday you was just fronting

Paying G's a fee

To claim the set

Taking you to the cleaners

Like a suit getting pressed

While I was a likkle yute

With the tool and the vest

Got no military background

But I'm a vet

Made man

The way I carry myself

Command respect

Get hit with a hollow

I don't write diss raps

No subliminal's

Just funerals and dirt naps

Stack up the money

Get cat from ya honey

Beast on the track

Like a were wolf hungry

Once you in the cross-heirs

Ain't no use for running

Hoody on like the reaper

You won't even see it coming

I was made in the trenches

Slang caine on them benches

I gotta play my position

Long days in that kitchen

Cold years in that prison

I gotta play my position

Right

I got it on my own

Word to the block

I'm a play my position

From the bottom

I got it on my own

Word to the block

I'm a play my position

I'm outside just living the life

I'm just praying

I don't gotta pull this

Trigger tonight

For the bro

Sent a kite

That's how I'm penning advice

Broke scales

I couldn't get my

Measurements right

See From Peppa's

Down to Lefferts

I was setting a price

Kept a metal for sure

When you meddle with white

No prints on this glock

Shit got me checking it twice

We just spotted the opp

With no respect for his life

We let off

Yo the bullets tear his car door

Pronto

Next video they'll be

Rolling him in fronto

Raised in da bando

Now I'm laid in a condo

No loyalty over money

You get stained with a hollow

My name be a hunnit

Off caine

We was dumb rich

Pops over dosed

But it's dope what his son did

Word to my block

We gon flood it

All night

I Played my position

Til the sun lit

Fuck it

I was made in the trenches

Slang caine on them benches

I gotta play my position

Long days in that kitchen

Cold years in that prison

I gotta play my position

Right

I got it on my own

Word to the block

I'm a play my position

From the bottom

I got it on my own

Word to the block

I'm a play my position