Lyrics:
my time
How long you gonna keep your star player on the sidelines?
But, I'm the coach, guess God is the owner
Guess I'm just waitin' for that tap
Gucci mane so player
Reppin' east Atlanta that's ten minutes from Decatur
Almost match our cars
And our belts gon match our gators
You can't swag like
of tattooed tears out near the graveyard
I rep my Outlaws deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let the industry cheat me
Only behind the scenes do
I'm finally coming up in the industry
And the 44 singing on the triple D's
Plug not the underground celebrities
Mac Bone my partna keeping the beat
[8B] We some presidential players, with money by the layers
[8B] Ain't nuthin you broke ass niggaz do that can fade us
[TS] I won't stop rappin, I
with its edges curled.
Where they built their industries on the edge of town--
Leaching chemicals from underground
now it's true--that silver river
industry
A lotta' y'all pretend to be
Wanna see, friends wit me an' then sleep wit the enemy?
Want some, get some, bad enough, take some
Suckas poppin' off,
It's the lack of Medicaid and these bitches got AIDS
And they snaggin at the why, player we too high
I ain't really into ballin and tossin my chips (uh
I don't mean it
Running around here talking about
How I'm a big player now
Hidden in corners, blinging out our share
Kelly makin' hits now
Meech
Bow Wow
Yeah
Dogg House
Oh serious
I heard that
So I didn't know about all that
Yeah
Keep my industry as much as possible
Snoop
wanna party
Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz
Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz
I'ma kick hot shit for
everybody in the industry
Was fucking me, man
Listen I've got a scheme, break away
Do my own thing drop some conversation
Sit back and let the phone ring
these rappers on their death bed
One shot to the heart, one more to the head
My rhymes so clever I never fall off
From an industry nigga
They all get
Big Boi check it, a-one-two, a-one
"Two dope niggas in the Cadillac
" they call us
Went from "Player's Ball" to ballers
Putting the South up on the map
save children
Dealing with alcoholism and afrocentricity
A complex man drawn off of simplicity
Reality is frisking me
This industry will make you
expertise please
Here to put the squeeze on the industry fleas
Getting cheese, peep these, butter slurs, his & hers
Chinchilla furs, check the goodfella
expertise please
Here to put the squeeze on the industry fleas
Getting cheese, peep these, butter slurs, his & hers
Chinchilla furs, check the goodfella
pushing
Tryna hit me some licks
What a player gotta do
To get thrown in the mix
I walked in the club with my new CD
Work mode I ain't tripping, no who see
What you mean hip hop is dead
How the hell is hip hop dead and it's a billion dollar industry
Everybody's eating right now of the culture fam
I mean
chill
But fuck it I'm a tell em how a gansta fill
I seek the industry fake, cause aint no ganstas in it
But every motherfucker wanna play that gangsta
flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say fuck the fame
Because it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I
else imma need some help
U see this industry is selfish
I hustle on my own now this industry is childish
So imma to play along
Like new whips.new chics
The industry's a punching bag
I'm tryna get a hit
I been circling around it
For ages now
I had to pick the pen up
Put the doobie down
I been Smoking way too much
flame, it spits flames like your middlename
So why do I say fuck the fame
Because it come and go
The industry's a pet without refused to be that gigolo
I
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