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(Ronnie Spencer vocalizes through whole song)
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
I'm still a player, a confidential player
I'm just trying to do something right, so let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustling, I know you want to see me struggling
Well, least I'm trying to do something right, so let me live my life
[Tyte Eyez]
Lord knows I had my share of doing the wrong things
But a bonafide player defines the life in me
Casualties make us cry, but still we got to mash
Keep my eyes up on the sparrow and mind, up on my cash
And I can't finish last, maintain a steady pace
Keep the busters out your business and haters up out your face
In this last rat race, the lump sum's gotta come
Scribble my signature, I call it rapid refunds
The ones that criticize be the ones you call your friends
The ones that ride or die ain't gone always be yo' kin
But then, you got to know, if it's yours you gon' get it
But also you got to know that everyday, ain't terrific
Specific about your plans, keep it real with your fans
Watching my baby boy grow to be a young man
My daughter got to know, from the jump you a queen
And fuck what them niggas say, you tell 'em your daddy is a king
And a
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Player, a confidential player
I'm just trying to do something right, so let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustling, I know you want to see me struggling
Well, least I'm trying to do something right, so let me live my life
[Big Moe]
Every time I look around
These haters, they be talking down
Big Moe this and Big Moe that
I even heard I had a heart attack
But I'm still here, still going strong
You can't believe what you hear in a song
And by the year two triple o three
Whole wide world sipping drank with me
I got money but I'm still a little stressed
I thank the lord 'cause you know I'm the best
A little upset with the press
Why you won't let Screw-zoo soul rest?
I guess it's best for me to stay calm
And hold it down 'til the day that I'm gone
I got a white cup in my palm
Filled with a peach Crush, Mo-yo just started
Playa, playa, playa, playa
[Z-Ro]
Money, the root of all evil, that's what I need
Between the hours of 3 to 7, that's when I bleed
Motherfuckers are making the block hot, so I stang and move around
Tyte Eyez and Z-Ro stacking paper, it's going down
Wreck the shop of a nigga that's short-stopping my change
For me to get to the fullest, dumpin' bullets at close range
Feeling crazy, like I'ma lose my life to a bitch nigga
But while I'm here, I'll be a rich nigga
Nephews and nieces, need school clothes and chains and pieces
I break bread with my family when my record releases
Beside bills and the rent, nigga I got mouths to feed
Anything against the grain just might affect the sprout of a seed
Saturday morning as a youngster, I ain't have no bike
And I ain't have no Nikes, but in the triple I'ma have more ice
Around my neck and my wrist with foreign doors
Z-Ro, confidentially yours, a player
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Player, a confidential player
I'm just trying to do something right, so let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustling, I know you want to see me struggling
Well, least I'm trying to do something right, so let me live my life
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