"Word Play" lyrics
Growing up in Baton Rouge
Nigga, first dream was to be a basketball player
Like, I wanted to be like the nigga Kobe Bryant
We like a block away from our opps, and we out there in the trap everyday sellin' dope
Them niggas right around the corner
You just like don't be outside right in front of the trap without no rod
Trap or strap
Made so many enemies, but why they envy me?
Bitch, we come from the gutter, the struggle makin' pennies bleed
I was splitting swishes down the middle like a centipede
Fucked a bitch under the bleachers, told a teacher, "I ain't finna read"
Shit that we was taught in social studies wasn't facts
I was studying and moving blow, the subject was smuggling packs
Can't trust your own mother, it get bloody for them racks
Bobo put me on apple Fanta's, made it muddy with that Act' (Uh-uh)
That was way back in the days when he used to line my taper up
Me calling the day, they couldn't grab some paper, tryna save it up (Tryna save it up)
Now I be tryna stay away from my savings, it gives me paper cuts
Shit was a dream, gettin' paid in my sleep, all I got to do is keep waking up
Shit no longer my imagination, I can't make this up
Shittin' on all my classmates, and bitch, my grades went up
They gave lil' Ray ten, gave me three and lost faith in us
Menaces, they labeled us, DA said we was made for cuffs (Fuck 'em boys)
But we got blessed 'cause Keitha and Aretha prayed for us (They prayed)
Now I'm obsessed with success, I can't wait for nothin'
My own CEO, fuck the checks, the labels cuttin'
Made it from hard labor, I wouldn't be you bitches slaves for nothin'
See, at first, I had to sign a couple of fucked up deals
Fucked up boo-koo bags to get the object of this shit
If you ain't got a plan, you ain't gon' understand, you heard me?
They'll give you the bag, but they ain't gon' tell you what to do with it
Personal two checking's and one saving I got with Chase
INC with PNC and LLC with BOA
Like NIP, this shit a marathon, bitch, it's not a race (At all)
A minister Luwop Farrakan, show my people the way
Johnny just like Barry Bonds, I slide to make it home safe
Won't dick pull for shortcuts, fuck it, take the long way (Let's go)
Two clips taped together, hang under this long K
They starved me to the bone, I ate alone and scraped my own plate
The long face, they face expression when they see the Wraith sittin' next to 'em at the light (Skrrt)
It was a long way from home, they had to extradite me
Back to the Parish, waiting on a bond, I smoked an extra night
No words for detective's, before I rat, I'll serve a extra life
It's true, they still gonna step tonight (Yeah)
On the top, make sure my weapon right (Facts)
This ain't from the grave, I'm blessed with life
TEC gotta play, like, this is life (Grrah, grrah)
Ain't slept tonight, fuck ZZZ's, I need M's
Stacked up on weed, no more pills, free my mind, feel like Tems
Tell them bitches come see me perform live, not on film
But the bitches gotta book tickets like you at the Colosseum (Yeah)
Wrecked the 'Vet, fucking with my BM
Cop a X-6, bought that Tesla, it's electric (Electric)
Benjamin Franklin stuffed in my britches, 'cause my craft been perfected
The price of greatness comes with responsibility and you was made for this shit
You didn't go through the struggle for nothing, you always took the lead, remember?
That's how you got here
Keep your foot on they neck, stand up on they chest
Nigga, first dream was to be a basketball player
Like, I wanted to be like the nigga Kobe Bryant
We like a block away from our opps, and we out there in the trap everyday sellin' dope
Them niggas right around the corner
You just like don't be outside right in front of the trap without no rod
Trap or strap
Made so many enemies, but why they envy me?
Bitch, we come from the gutter, the struggle makin' pennies bleed
I was splitting swishes down the middle like a centipede
Fucked a bitch under the bleachers, told a teacher, "I ain't finna read"
Shit that we was taught in social studies wasn't facts
I was studying and moving blow, the subject was smuggling packs
Can't trust your own mother, it get bloody for them racks
Bobo put me on apple Fanta's, made it muddy with that Act' (Uh-uh)
That was way back in the days when he used to line my taper up
Me calling the day, they couldn't grab some paper, tryna save it up (Tryna save it up)
Now I be tryna stay away from my savings, it gives me paper cuts
Shit was a dream, gettin' paid in my sleep, all I got to do is keep waking up
Shit no longer my imagination, I can't make this up
Shittin' on all my classmates, and bitch, my grades went up
They gave lil' Ray ten, gave me three and lost faith in us
Menaces, they labeled us, DA said we was made for cuffs (Fuck 'em boys)
But we got blessed 'cause Keitha and Aretha prayed for us (They prayed)
Now I'm obsessed with success, I can't wait for nothin'
My own CEO, fuck the checks, the labels cuttin'
Made it from hard labor, I wouldn't be you bitches slaves for nothin'
See, at first, I had to sign a couple of fucked up deals
Fucked up boo-koo bags to get the object of this shit
If you ain't got a plan, you ain't gon' understand, you heard me?
They'll give you the bag, but they ain't gon' tell you what to do with it
Personal two checking's and one saving I got with Chase
INC with PNC and LLC with BOA
Like NIP, this shit a marathon, bitch, it's not a race (At all)
A minister Luwop Farrakan, show my people the way
Johnny just like Barry Bonds, I slide to make it home safe
Won't dick pull for shortcuts, fuck it, take the long way (Let's go)
Two clips taped together, hang under this long K
They starved me to the bone, I ate alone and scraped my own plate
The long face, they face expression when they see the Wraith sittin' next to 'em at the light (Skrrt)
It was a long way from home, they had to extradite me
Back to the Parish, waiting on a bond, I smoked an extra night
No words for detective's, before I rat, I'll serve a extra life
It's true, they still gonna step tonight (Yeah)
On the top, make sure my weapon right (Facts)
This ain't from the grave, I'm blessed with life
TEC gotta play, like, this is life (Grrah, grrah)
Ain't slept tonight, fuck ZZZ's, I need M's
Stacked up on weed, no more pills, free my mind, feel like Tems
Tell them bitches come see me perform live, not on film
But the bitches gotta book tickets like you at the Colosseum (Yeah)
Wrecked the 'Vet, fucking with my BM
Cop a X-6, bought that Tesla, it's electric (Electric)
Benjamin Franklin stuffed in my britches, 'cause my craft been perfected
The price of greatness comes with responsibility and you was made for this shit
You didn't go through the struggle for nothing, you always took the lead, remember?
That's how you got here
Keep your foot on they neck, stand up on they chest
Writer(s): Dalvin Sewell
