All players, all players, it's the real ones, come on, come on
Into the proper mixture, ill sicker, let the music affect my system like liquor
Where I come from, y'all don't know, gotta be more than * to hold your own
So I use snips, sling and gangbang on blocks, I'm right around the corner getting orders from the gods
So many ladies, they call me Solomon, going full 24, the next day I do it all again
My style is rare, unseen, untapped, non-exposed, and yo, it's more than just rap
I got a lot of crew like lances, and on my ranches, nothing but fresh honeys pulling on fly dance
For all true players around the world, don't care about your gender, warrior girl
If you down for your chips, your crews and clicks, ready to get in the mix when it's getting thick
I only want those ready to fall, so all player haters get ready to fall
For real, this is for the Don Dollars, future godfathers and pretty fly mamas
I got theories like L. Ron Hubbard
Practice Dianetics, and still I'm a lover
Word to mother, when you pull back the cover
All you gonna find is my rhyme with the number
Reach me at the crib if you really wanna live
Like a king in a mansion with no queen of kids
I put my bid in to get my chips, then deal with rich men on behalf of the children
This is real game, so when I throw my rhymes
Late in the second quarter, I'm over time
See these skills are ill, divine
These soldier style rhymes are like organized crime
And at my peak, I'm wise like a sheep
Here to release the brown kids out the street
I want a clan like the tribe of Dan
And dwell on the same farm as Mary's land
All true players around the world
Don't care about your gender, boy or girl
If you down for your chips, your crews and clicks
Ready to get in the mix when it's getting thick
I only want those ready to fall, so all player haters get ready to fall
For real, this is for the Don Dollars
Future godfathers and pretty fly mamas
Future tense player, the game dayer
New slayer, Hall of Fame suits there
Who's the mayor?
Over all smooth players
Elect me, the best MC, the true sprayer
Gather round, pay attention to the sound
And enter the playboy party center
Remember, I ain't speaking on vain materials
This is for all those whose game's imperial
I'm swift with my lung, versatile languages
Arabic, Spanish, Hebrew, I'm dangerous
When it comes to the street slang, it's no thing
This ain't the black market, I possess small game
It ain't a whole thing over * with no brains
Just a northwest no-name, pulling out more fame than most
No matter what your coast
You can tell by the spell that's been cast from my throat
And all true players around the world
Don't care bout your gender, boy or girl
If you down for your chips, your crews, or clicks
Ready to get in the mix, when the shh get thick
I only want those ready to fall
So all player-haters get ready to fall
For real, this is for the Don Dollars
Future godfathers and pretty fly mamas
All true players around the world
Don't care bout your gender, boy or girl
If you down for your chips, your crews, or clicks
Ready to get in the mix when the shh get thick
I only want those ready to fall
So all player haters get ready to fall for red
This is for the Don Dollars
Future godfathers and pretty fly mommas
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