Playmaker ft. CURSEM Lyrics

Oxnard California

Yeah you know we run up on ya

Listen

Uh check

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Baby ima player

Hope you know that I'm a mack

Gotta get that paper bitch I'm tryna run a bag

Smoking on some flavors that'll make your lungs collapse

Me and cash together swear that that's a perfect match

Swear that that's a perfect match bitch..

swear that I'm better than your average

Every single time I'm coming at this

and I don't need no type of practice

I was skipping all my classes

Growing up just like my pops cause he was absent..

But I ain't really trip on none of that shit..

Cause every year of school I had a bad bitch

Even wit no cash shit , even with no damn whip..

Till they started fucking flipping like a damn switch

I was living my life without a damn script

I was broke as a joke, I didn't have shit

Remember I was sleeping in that mattress..

But that was in the past tense

Now I'm like wassup now

Making plays with the homie

Here is the run down

Make a milly whenever we score

That's a touch down

Shoulda known yo bitch she a whore she a buss down

Hanging with yo gang tuck yo chain or get stuck clown

Coming up from the fucking bottom homie we are not from uptown

I'm coming from the down south

Some of my homies gotta loud mouth

Only cause we feeling mad proud

Proud of my roots everything I've been through

Strapped on my boots tryna collect these blues

All these blue strips

Shawty really love the way I do this

I just keep it Eazy cause I'm ruthless

Always talking bout it but I know the you won't do shit

That's the definition of a true bitch

Don't act stupid .. Dont act stupid

Cause I'm smart I'm not no doofus

Like me back in school

I was just a kid now I'm the man on the moon

Rolling up this smoke ,

Weed crumbs on my lap

Watch out for the bros cause they clutching on a strap

Knocked down one my homies it's a must we get 'em back

It's a war like Iraq ..

Dawg you trippin' if you think I piped that

I got better fucken standards

Mama raised me with some type of manners..

But do not get it twisted cause my homies keep a blammer

Used to work construction now I keep a different hammer

Whisky got me tipsy that shit fucking up my bladder

I'm the type to knock you down If I see you climb the ladder