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Women looking for players

Players looking for paper

I been stuck on a prayer

I don't get where to go

Yea see my next moves just another puzzle

Am I'm still tryna fit in

Make it to the top when the tick tock ticking

Hip hop spitting when my skills god giving

Pen eager to blow

They told me bro stop snitching

Like yo stop sleeping

No crumbs on the beats I'm eating

So call me if your soul needs feeding

All my bros need freedom

Both eyes and our ears misleading

It's something about the thoughts they're speaking

If I talk about the truth would this truth have a court date?

I'm mr west cos ordinarys not my forte

They only listen when we kick it down their doorway

That's pure heat pure sauce like sautee

Looking for the ends to appease these means

Looking for the peace like Reeses needs

Coming for the as like bcds

Cos everybody looking what they're looking for is

Women looking for players

Players looking for paper

I been stuck on a prayer

I don't get where to go

See all I'm tryna do is make it so my pen is like a menace to the forces

Living in a drought but I'm tapping on my sources

They don't even serve but I'm planning 4 courses

Seen a couple fall so I'm tryna tread cautious

It's not about your thoughts so we never say how

A spin on the original incredible style

I m carving out my lane while all you other just file

Just tightening these pieces when you see me don't wow

But it's pow pow hitting all the target that you made

I couldn't ever bum it cos I'm loving getting getting paid

A bruddah making bread spitting heat burnt toast

And we didn't start first but we're way past most

Cos we're looking for the ends to appease these means

Looking for the peace like reese's needs

Coming for the as like bcds

Cos everybody looking what they're looking for is

Women looking for players

Players looking for paper

I been stuck on a prayer

I don't get where to go