Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby
All these haters who mad and be nagging at me
Doctor dre and them gave birth to gangsta rap, and it flourished,
You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect
Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again
You got haters? time for you to spit and prove ' em,
My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the
Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh
Some whore got high off a ses and choked, well that's stunning,
I spend thousands on the shoes for the coupe it's nothing
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
Finishing the paper while haters be stuck at the thesis!
But did you really mean it when you called me a whore
And it's you, can't even front i press ignore
Gave myself a new birth and another shot at fighting,
Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring
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