Player Games 3 Lyrics

Come on, see where I'm from, niggas loadin' up them choppa shells

A block from hell, lookin' for a block to sell

He ain't seen his kids in ten, cause he locked in a cell

Other homies, yeah, they waitin' on bail, this shit fucked up

Lookin' at my life

Probably think I lucked up, but I put aside the fun to get my funds up

Still got my gun tucked, still on the road

Distracted from time to time, but I'm still on my goals (fasho)

Tuh, and I'm still on that Rose

You determine your life, write the book, what it's gon' say

Stayin' up on your shit and stayin' up out the mix

They hide secrets in books, that's why these white folks rich

Niggas don't know that, tryna flex the gram with a throwback

Lookin' for responses, nigga, like we don't know that

Ten years ago, I'm pullin' up where the bros at

Fast forward labels leavin' plaques on my door mat

Tuh, on my back, I had four flats

Then I bust the Benz and hit the streets like

where the hoes at

Stayed down, now I'm in arms reach of my goals now

Let's take it back to when we used to bust them p*******

And I got homies in the feds for the dope files

Lookin' for his bitch, she outta town with her toes out

That's something that nigga's know about