Player of the Year (MVP) Lyrics

Look, niggas know Rico bigger than Comic-Con

Shades on, all for my people like Farrakhan

Cream all I need in this life like I'm Raekwon

I get higher than giraffes and trees in the Amazon

My girl say I gotta stop tweakin' and have fun

But certain niggas make me uneasy, I clutch my gun

The Raq nowadays is somethin' like Babylon

So I'm tryin' to stack the chips and upper my echelon

Ladies and gentlemen, it's the Visionary once again

With my good buddy, Dre The Brave

Break it down, Dre

R-I-C-O-C-H-A-C-O-N

Let em know that I'm finna go in

Stop, look and listen to what I'm finna say

Baddest man alive is here and he ain't finna play

I'll save the fucks I give for a rainy day

Maybe not, but still it sound cool for me to rap this way

No way, Jose, I can't be your son's papi

Baby this is not love just because you sucked it sloppy

We not locked in, we is just friends

We fuck like it's a hobby, I just do it when I'm bored

We is not Whitney and Bobby

I know it sound good to be the next Lady Chacon

But you actin' like a brat, you gotta go home

And if you wanna fuck with me, you gotta be grown

And if you come in like that, I'm fuckin you strong

You say I'm sneaky and your mind, I'm lettin' it roam

I'm where the paper at, lil' baby, I can't answer my phone

I know I fucked you like a king, but you gotta move on

I think I figured out Chacon better alone

Player of the year, so give me my damn trophy

Why the fuck these niggas still compete with the old me

She wanna jump on stage and sensually grope me

She said, Rico C, daddy, please, can you stroke me

Player of the year, so give me my damn trophy

Why the fuck these niggas still compete with the old me

She wanna jump on stage and sensually grope me

She said, Rico C, daddy, please, can you stroke me

The game's fucked up, niggas beats bangin' But the words ain't hangin' on anything

They don't see that rap is changin

All I hear is real ass people complainin

Cause you told a couple lies about the work you're slanging

Every rapper can't get a billion like Jay

And everybody can't fight for freedom like Ye

Comparin' to legends, and I gotta honestly say

I'ma be my own man till the day I walk away

I'm tryin' to be better than I was the last five years

Lotta sweat and blood, can't forget about the tears

Can't forget about the fans who was makin' it clear

That I should be bigger than what seems to appear

I'm in my bag once again, it's never ending

The realest that they know, but frankly, they fail to mention

I think the vibes changed when I got the attention

Cause people was givin' me side eyes through all my missions

I'm just tryin' to win, then win again, then win some more

I'm just carryin' a legacy, it's all love, foe

I'm just fuckin' up that sack again, I thought you should know

Might buy your bitch a MOE chain and fuck her to the floor

I got a dangerous flow

That'll kill plenty of em

You heard he was rattin', yet you still went and trust him

These hoes be lyin', you such a fool if you cuff em

Don't talk street shit with me

If you know your niggas bluffin

Cause all of mine is clutchin and ready to get it crackin

The secret recipe I'm what the oven was packin

Niggas said my name in a song, tryin' to get traction

But nobody cared cause I dropped Call Rico and made it happen

Such a big dog, and all you boys is mini men

I feel like Curtis to kill me, it'll take many men

I remember me and my niggas was in that minivan

Makin' plans, I swear that the whole world is in our hands

Shoutout Double F, shoutout M.O.E

That is all a nigga need

While I'm smokin' this weed