Player's Ball (Freestyle)

[Intro] Hey, I'm live from the underground railroad Won't fall in the same trap that these niggas fell for Industry cats ball, but really they barely paid Rather be broke and keep it real than be a slave See, they got you live from the underground railroad Won't fall in the same trap that these niggas fell for Industry cats ball, but really they barely paid Rather be broke and keep it real than be a slave [Big KRIT] See, they got you caught up in this maze of money cars and bitches Chains you never wear, clothes that barely fit you Niggas is down with ya cause you got you some bread You think Shawdy feel for you cause she gave you some head? Now, she a best seller because she wrote about your secrets How you ate her out and you claim you never eat it Brung her breakfast in bed, claim you never feed her Nothin' but bubblegum and dick, ain't that a bitch? Now, your record ain't sellin', bill folk callin' Really ain't free, you be damned if you walk in So you drugged, sellin' again Same game that took you out the hood put you right back in But you floss and you stunt where the cameras at Later on handin' all of that jewelry back Frontin', cause you scared without that you ain't nothin' But a human being strivin' for somethin' Superheros don't exist, only on comic strips Mind, brain, time fly, wonderin' where it went Now you 808 heartbroken, going crazy Confused about your life cause you ain't felt the same lately As you did when you did it for the love Recordin' in the closet, play it back for your cuz Writtin' about the truth and the way that it is To be a nigga from the minors on your way to the bigs Tellin' all your family that you got 'em and they good And when this advance hit your bank, you gonna get them out the hood Buyin' fancy cars on the chrome with the candy Red carpet treatment, take 'em all to the Grammys Man, at least that's what the A&R said at the table With the checks and the label execs You always did your best and your family understand The first few years you can't do half the shit that you planned Damn, you never, ever home, the city think you wrong Cause your family fucked up and you ridin' on chrome Cribs got your house on blast, secret compartment Your brother can't barely afford his one bedroom apartment On the gutter side of town, niggas can barely eat But still keep it real and go and purchase your CD Upset because you ain't did you a mil in a week Mad at your street team, cause they ain't deeper in the streets Like all your hard-work paid off You own your own company, never get laid off Go party with the rich folk, they feel your pain Just as lonely as you, wished they had never changed The game we in Hey, this the game we in [Outro] Now all the rappers came, from far and wide Talkin' bout money cars and hoes, like that's all to life Now, I'm here to tell ya, there's a better way Keep it 1hunna with yourself in this game we play Like everyday, everyday Like everyday, everyday