(Low the Great)
You can't help me if you can't help yourself
I'm at the penthouse plottin' up my next ten steps
One hundred million, straight out the ghetto
We finally on track, now it's time to hit the pedal
Can't look back, gotta keep killin'
Time goin' by but I keep Crippin'
Yellow gold jewelry and it's covered up in ice
I'm just puttin' on for my niggas that got life
I stay away from niggas that be talkin' to the cops
And them niggas that be talkin' to niggas talkin' to the cops
And I stay away from hoes that ain't got shit goin' on
Might be a hot girl summer but I ain't got shit for 'em
I flush dope down the toilet in the middle of a raid
Knock niggas out in the middle of a fade
Had a fifty-round clip in the center of a Wraith
Slidin' through the city just to show my face
If it ain't ace of spades, what the fuck is it?
When I leave the office won't you come get drunk with me
Couple niggas turned around 'cause they couldn't see the light
Then I started Blue T-Shirt, now we on, God
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I remember sittin' in the projects all day (what?)
Backyard boogie (oh), takin' all fades (okay)
Know a couple night creepers, know a couple broad days
With my nigga BG, he from the Broadway (what? what? what? oh)
If it ain't Ace of Spades, what the fuck is it? (Ayy, what the fuck is it)
Twenty bands on a chain, spent a buck fifty (bling-blaow)
All these bitches know my name, they in love with me (Lil' Rucci)
I ain't goin' on that stage without my gun with me (go, go, go, go)
Okay, now what you finna do when you get out your deal? (okay, now)
I'm finna have some fun (okay, though)
Ayy, what do you consider fun?
Goin' dumb with a hundred round drum, on Blood
This that dog in this bitch
Fuck the law in this bitch, ayy (what?)
I need it all in this bitch, ayy (okay)
First things first, yeah, you know it, fuck 12
Ayy, free Don Don, he got a million dollar bail
Like a boat, I'ma sail, I'm off drugs at the yard
Finna live it up today 'cause I ain't promised tomorrow
Hundred ten, goin' fast, westbound on the freeway (what?)
Bogart in traffic 'cause I do shit the G way
G Perico, RuccDawg, Play To Win
Shit Don't Stop, and all that
You know what I mean?
Mackk & Co, Perico's Innerprize
Long live Sean Mackk, long live Coley
"Play To Win" on the way
Writer(s): Jeremy Nash, Juan Martinez Jr.
Copyright(s): Lyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING
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