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I'm the number one team player 
The sayer, slay ya, nobody crazier 
I couldn't of done it without all of you 
So when I look back 
I look back

hustle put on money in my Pocket
Baby
So when you come around we can take it to the next level
Jere Jere player give it to me Like you never did before

Swiss Frankie
Black Jag
Black Jag

I been up
I been down
Media thuggin’
Got that savvy
Pull that black jag around
(black jag)
You been out
But not

deceived
People tend to remain colorblind to the facts that
Mainstream media sub-lime light can distract that
Gain green! Go on, fill your pockets up with

you got it twisted you don't know who to trust
So many player hating niggas trying to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don't think they

bitch-choking
Young player from Oakland
I was taught by O.G.'s fool, what you stressing?
AK's, Mac 12's fool, Smith & Wessons
You got the audacity to false claim

my cockpit
Mom I'm off drugs ,look into my eye sockets
Stacking up pockets , not because I went to college
After 5 years , got my education polished

out the dirty swamp
To everyone's surprise the evil left players can't hide anymore

America's media was taken over biased and woke to the core
American

to my name, P-I-M-P The same one that many niggas envy
A Player to these shorties, not the one to start with M-V
Ill tell you this so you can really get

down
And fill up your pockets, yeah
Mass media, information overload
Welcome to America
(The following message is brought to you by Viacom)

Out on Bail

2Pac

Loyal to the Game

2004

me up
Got a pocket full of money so they rough me up
I ain't trippin' in the county and I'm mad as fuck
Got a record so they put me with the baddest

the interest is
I gotta let you go if this is what your mission is
Eat the rich before there's nothing to save us
One percent are the players the intent

I don't even drink cuz 
But keep the vape in my pocket so I'm good bruh 
Spend a day at the brewery 
I don't even drink cuz 
But keep the vape in my

up is like doing a chore
Pockets be strong from the top to the core
Do what you do and you get what you want

Oh yea, you bad, it's a fact
Watch how

to a simpler time
Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care
Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player
Blow the dust off, cough I’m taking off like

core fans
Got a cult base
And I gats grace еm
God willing
Clifford Orjirappers
See I gatta eat em
You a bad omеn I’m a rap demon
Cause I pull up in

payment due
Not to Mention
Uncle Sam be all up
In my pockets too

I'm an artist to the core
All I wanna do is create
But can't stay up too long
Cause for

Man, a lot of this stuff on social media, man
I don't know
Okay, well, what do I rap for
How did it go

Hmm
I rap for that boom bap shit on which I

I think I need to detach
Social media got me thinking I don't got the slaps
They want to syphon my gas
Keep me depleted
Cuz when I start speeding I

Might just fuck ya to this song
Yeah put down the camera phone
Feel it deep down in your core
Popstar can't record
You be screaming for the lord aye

ain't using you
I hope you ain’t being used cuz you know how the game goes (You know)
Them players re-enter the game in the same mode (Ha)
I’m still

the match made it 
But, she a player, heart slayer, like Darth Vader 
You was unaware, dumb and cared, heart aching 
She had side niggaz, lies triggered, sly

body armor, got that Anunaki aura
All I know is keep it player
Never hate another nigga seeing paper
What you eatin' that don't need to be my flavor
It's

to the core
She has been my cure

Graveyards are filled
With souls of the begotten
The path I trod
Is greener or rotten
Why enslave the colors
For the harvest