Play it Lyrics

yeah

Thought I fucking told you

Thought I fucking told you

Thought I fucking told you

Thought I fucking told you

Loading all the ammunition

Plotting all the demolition

Blowing up the competition

Writing my composition

Climbing over calculations

Skipping past the application

Pouring my foundation

Rocking my generation bitch

What you trying to say though

what you trying to play though

Don't leave with a halo

I hate shots that aim low

Unified like NATO

Molded like I'm playdoh

Asking what do they know

They never done it bro

All they do is snort coke

Acting like a showboat

Bitch this game is cut throat

Bars I'm gonna pole vault

Clip it like a no scope

Bitch you got no hope

You do what they say so

Tell the homie lay low

Get to the pay load

Gotta have good aim bro

Do it for the fame hoe

Make a fucking name bro

Show us what you fucking know

Got a light let it glow

Load a clip and let it blow

I'ma aim at all apposed

Don't interrupt my flow

Your slumped like a scarecrow

Where the fuck your hair go

Loading all the ammunition

Plotting all the demolition

Blowing up the competition

Writing my composition

Climbing over calculations

Skipping past the application

Pouring my foundation

Rocking my generation bitch

Obviously I'm doing it for more than just novelty

Writing down my thoughts while I'm climbing out of poverty

Done with all the hate you've been putting on top of me

I'm stuck in my ways cause my father wasn't fatherly

He was beat into his ways so honestly it doesn't bother me

I feel like I have won the lottery

I got the drive and the ambition obviously I'm on a mission

I got tunnel vision it's by my decision

Getting to good their still Hating on me

Getting to good their still Hating on me

Got more talent in my pinkie

Loading all the ammunition

Plotting all the demolition

Blowing up the competition

Writing my composition

Climbing over calculations

Skipping past the application

Pouring my foundation

Rocking my generation bitch

Loading all the ammunition

Plotting all the demolition

Blowing up the competition

Writing my composition

Climbing over calculations

Skipping past the application

Pouring my foundation

Rocking my generation bitch