Play Maker Lyrics

Yeah, took my losses, had to take a win only trust myself

I'm bad at making friends

Brodie told me that we locking in

I'm like why the fuck they tried to lock us in?

Rocket launcher came from Pakistan

Only want the lamb just to back in

Twin glocks, call them Black and Blam

This is really shit you can not understand

Niggas is Sweet, pack you up in a lunch-able

From the lower class, I just wanna live comfortable

Slept on my floor cuz my bed wasn't comfortable

Had to lose comfort so I can get comfortable

How are you real when ya hood don't fuck with you?

I gave some handouts that made me uncomfortable

Watch for the snakes, they gon get you when you're comfortable

Through the back door, they gon get you when you're vulnerable

I been making plays but I do not need audibles

Since that I'm here ima do what I wanna do

They want me back down on my humble flow

head to the sky while I stack up my revenue

First things first, I was finding my avenue

Hating ass niggas can't do what my shadow do

I leveled up and I jumped up the ladder too

Spin out the whip and get flipped like a spatula

We came up from nothing, ya shit is not adding up

Grew up suburban, don't know why you acting tough

Jordan a savage, he whipping the Acura

Remember them goofy lil bitches would laugh at us

Making them plays, I was ready to back him up

KC a shooter, my brother we strapping up

Remember them nights in the rain we was stacking up

He been my day one, I'm watching him rack it up

It's not an option, not taking a deal

I move with caution, not looking to chill

I hang with shooters, they itching to kill

Not cuz they want to, they do it for thrills

And we came from nothing, this shit you can feel

Take care of granny, she up in the hills

I won't see her stressing and tripping bout bills

You know when I love you, that shit you can feel

Can't pour out my heart when it's already spilled

I can't do no favors on niggas who peeled

I told you he 12 and that nigga gone squeal

Gotta watch out for Judas, he itching to kill

Man I been on my grind and I never can chill

And he got no spine, he gon get your ass killed

Man I been out of my mind, you don't know how I feel

Man I been out my mind, you don't know how I feel

And I heard no voices when I was so fucked up and struggling

I couldn't ask no one for nothing

So that's when I started this music and been in my grind

Man I'm trying to turn nothing to something

And I had to stop all the smoking, that's shit had me floating

That shit used to fuck up my focus

And I had to put down liquor

I fucked up my liver, you know that the henny the potion

If I have to mix up the henny

I pray for the enemy, glock 30 comes out the holster

No I'm not killer but I got emotions

You fuck with the fam you get left in the ocean

When I lost Duane had to turn to a soldier

Besides Leek and Jordan no one was the closest

The oven stay open, my winters the coldest

Swear I watched the realist of niggas all fold up

I was in a jam and I had a plan, keep it hunid grand so I had to focus

You don't understand, need a couple bands

That some rubber bands couldn't even hold it

Always been the man, you can ask my Gram

Whipping out the pan, put that shit in motion

Always had a plan, put that shit in motion

Always had a plan, put that shit in motion