Текст песни Big Moe f Ronnie Spencer, Tyte Eyez, Z-R - Purple World
Big Moe f Ronnie Spencer, Tyte Eyez, Z-R - Purple World слова песни
(Ronnie Spencer vocalizes through whole song)[Chorus: Z-Ro]I`m still a player, a confidential playerI`m just trying to do something right, so let me live my lifeEven though I`m still hustling, I know you want to see me strugglingBut at 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 thingsBut a bonified player that finds the life in meCasualties make us cry but still we got to mashKeep my eyes up on the sparrow and mind, up on my cashPenetrate, finish last maintain a steady paceKeep the busters out your business and haters up out your faceIn this last rat race, the lord some`s got to comeShrivel my signature I call it rapping refundsThe ones that criticize be the ones you call your friendsThe ones that ride it out ain`t gone always be your kinBut then, you got to know, if it`s yours you gone get itBut also you got to know that everyday, ain`t terrificPrecision about your plans, keep it real with your fansWatching my baby boy grow to be a young manMy daughter got to know, from the jump you a queenAnd fuck what them niggas say you tell them your daddy is a king[Chorus][Big Moe]Everytime I look aroundThese haters they be talking downBig Moe that done bring more lightI even had a, had a harder timeBut I`m still here still going strongYou can`t believe what you hear in the songAbout the year two triple o threeWhole wide world sipping drank with meI got money but I`m still a little stressedI thank the lord cause you know I`m the bestA little love set with the pressWhy you want less cause through thisI guess it`s best for me, to stay calmAnd hold it down till the day that I`m goneI got a white cup in my palmFeel what a peach crush Mo-Yo`s just aPlayer, player, player, player[Z-Ro]Money, the rule to all evil that`s what I needBetween the hours of 3 to 7, that`s when I bleedMotherfuckers gone making the block hot, so I stay and move aroundTyte Eyez and Z-Ro stacking paper, it`s going downBreak the shop of a nigga that`s short stopping my changeBut me and him to the fullest ducking bullets at close rangeFeeling crazy, like I`m a lose my life to a bitch niggaBut while I`m here I be a rich niggaNephews and nieces, niece cool clothes and chains and piecesI break bread with my family when my record releasesBesides skills in the west, nigga got mouths to feedAnything against the grain just light a finger spot over seasSaturday morning as a youngster I ain`t have no bikeAnd I ain`t have no Nikes, but in the triple I`ma have more iceAround my neck and my wrist with fern doorsZ-Ro, confidentially yours a player[Chorus]