Playa Like Me

Intro

Yeah mane

Two-six to the bone

Jits want that down-the-barrel talk

Out the mud we don't stall

Playa like me

Go on and test it

(Go)

Verse 1

Step up in the function with that sour on your lip

Mane I clocked you from the doorway by the way your shoulders dip

Talk a big game for the corner

You ain't never held no weight

I been grinding since the gutter

Never once bent out of shape

Real gorilla from the clay

Came up quiet came up cold

Keep my circle tight and smaller than a pocket full of gold

They was sleeping on the come-up

Now they hollering my name

I ain't change up for no paper

I ain't change up for no fame

Chorus

You ain't never seen a playa like me

Like me

Chasing every dollar making moves you can't see

Can't see

Gold up in my mouth and I'm standing on my feet

My feet

Uncut from the bottom

Mane I'm sweeping up the street

The street

You ain't never seen a playa like me

Like me

Two-six on my shoulders and I'm running my street

My street

Go on and test it see how quick I hold my ground

My ground

Southern stutter in my step and a Memphis kind of sound

Verse 2

They wanted real I'm the realest

No pretending no facade

Moving through the city dodging gossip dodging frauds

Catch me posted on the corner

Watch the traffic slide on by

Every dollar that I flip is for the ones who held me high

He was flashing on the cellular

All that talking for the crowd

Till the real ones in the room and he ain't make a single sound

I'm a standard-issue hustler

I stand solid on my own

Every loss I ever took just made a sharper kind of stone

That's the new year pressure

Mixed with old-school grain

Every move I make is measured

Every step I take is plain

Chorus

You ain't never seen a playa like me

Like me

Chasing every dollar making moves you can't see

Can't see

Gold up in my mouth and I'm standing on my feet

My feet

Uncut from the bottom

Mane I'm sweeping up the street

The street

You ain't never seen a playa like me

Like me

Two-six on my shoulders and I'm running my street

My street

Go on and test it see how quick I hold my ground

My ground

Southern stutter in my step and a Memphis kind of sound

Bridge

Real recognize real

Mane I keep it in the family

Every plate that I was handed

I went and made it feed the whole alley

No shortcuts

No handouts

Just the mud and just the grind

If you sleeping on the South

Then you sleeping on your mind

Chorus

You ain't never seen a playa like me

Like me

Chasing every dollar making moves you can't see

Can't see

Gold up in my mouth and I'm standing on my feet

My feet

Uncut from the bottom

Mane I'm sweeping up the street

The street

Outro

Yeah mane

Playa like me

Uncut from the bottom

Two-six to the bone

No filters mane

Just the mud and the grind

Gold teeth clicking

(Go)