Lyrics:
shine you can tell it from my face
I'm a God selling hard audio dope fresh off the boulevard
I know niggas gon try to pull ya card
And when they do I got
Tell em keep they head up
Just keep goin
You got in you n****
Please don’t give up
When push come to shove
Just go harder
Play ya cards right
for a pop star
'Cause we all play the background, but mine's a rockstar
Yeah, so if you need me I'll be stage right
Praying the whole world would
Stackin' racks, I flash ya ho, she eat the dick,
Then I get the drop, then belt to ass play your card right lil' bitch,
Dig up G-19, flrr switch ass whoopin'
Hundred thousand dollars put that on my right and left wrist
And I can't split it with nobody 'cause I'm selfish
Ima play the games with the cards that I
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
Inka, inka, bottle of ink
Paintings of rebellion
Drawn up by the thoughts I think
Yeah!
Come on!
The militant poet in once again, check it
It's
it
Now you catching on the vibe
No Kappa you smooth with it
No rough play try again Saturday
Like action but let me hear what you say
What you say
sleeve
Neva stressin pussy like a pimp
But play ya cards right u might get the dick
U dont owe me nun baby careless who u wit
I just want some fun
Yea lets
up in this front it could kill ya'
You play your card right and nigga I might deal ya'
Why you so close to me you not looking familiar
I only roll with
or alive wasn't in the cards for the guard
The date of appointment is right now in the graveyard
The grim reaper rides shotgun of hearses
No funeral home but
something in ya so I weighed out my options
Played ya cards right couldn't tell you was plotting
Anything you wanted I got it no problem
Every time I needed
It's a party, yeah
Baby buy some bottles swipe my card again, my card again
Fresh as hell don't ask me where the party been, the party here
I do not
It's a party, yeah
Baby buy some bottles swipe my card again, my card again
Fresh as hell don't ask me where the party been, the party here
I do not
So we're tryin' to play our cards right,
But I ain't ever liked playin' by the rules,
I should probably take you home tonight,
But I don't know
everybody out here juggin
Im that nigga that you gotta know
Here's some things that you outta do
If I play my cards right they follow suit
If I got the shot
the victor
Let a rapper talk they shit
I turn into the Ripper
Mavrik play no games
I left right hook you lames
Don't even take the time to learn your names
I'm
was just on tour, nigga
I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed
blow for me, I maestro, shit
That white whip sit
Like a slight wrist slit
Suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
Nigga and right this
Uhh
Nawfside, 678
Cruising down 85
Pushing major weight
Made a lot of plays
Braves should sign me
Not from the A
But my face card great
Uhhh you’re
Yeah
You can get anything you want
Just keep it real wit' me
Know how to play yo' cards and deal 'em smart
When you deal wit' me
Got love for my gang
right now (Uh)
Run the pack out right now (Ya yahh)
Run the pack out right now (Ay)
We can bring the racks out now (Racks out)
We can bring
I thought I'd write this one for you, ain't seen you in a while
Staring at your picture wishing I was wit cha, miss ya smile
And when I'm wit cha
and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Bumpin' new shit by NWA
It was "Gangsta Gangsta" at the top of the list
Then I played my own shit, it went
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