Prolific_chris - Plays Lyrics

We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga

High as f*ck, slightly drunk
Was getting turnt up with the homies
3am had a flight
In my luggage, had them sloppies
Green bags
If we count it by the bricks
That's 5 bags
If we weigh it by the scale
45hunnid gs my nigga
On my way to catch a flight
Caught a Uber, last ride
Think i forgot to say a prayer
It was quiet in my mind
Think my conscious already knew
And it's Time to check in
Gave my homie every change on me
Told him he could keep that
You will need it more
You know I look out for blood
Maybe, I should've I kept a stack to bribe on me
But f*ck it
My heart pump faster
Closer I got to the scanners
Bag scanned
Yeah they saw the sloppy packs
Yeah they was sloppy packed
Think I was sloppy when I packed
Busted, shot a text to my girl
Backup, gave heads-up to the plug
Told that nigga if I'm down
You come pull for me
Now is he going pull up for me?
Expect less from man
Kept my faith with God
We going skate through this L
We going learn from (L)essons
It don't matter how I felt
Just watch how I come back up
Pull up, pull up
Pull up, pull up
The nigga aint pulled up
So f*ck that

We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga
We still making plays my nigga

I'm still trying to get rich
If not I'll die trying
Asking when we going chill
I don't know, I'm still hustling
See the plan's to get rich
Make my momma retire
She deserve a house in the hills
Large acres, no neighbours
Raised us all by herself
I know dad was barely home
4 sisters at home
I needed a male figure
So I'm barely at home
Always running in the streets
Always hanging we was gits
We ain't even know no better
Always hanging with them, hooligans
Asking what that toolie do
Show me how you cock that
Show me how you shank that
Show me how to pack grams
Then they made GTA
Practiced how to speed and drift my car
Practiced all the heist, now let's hit them licks
Practiced how to deal, now we flip them bricks
Let me out on bail
And back in the trap
Back on my plays
I die by this shit
Before I ever see my fam go broke again

I swear it was hard back then anh
They ain't give us options
They threw us in a system
But that job that won't feed my dreams
Had to crack my system
Moving by my instincts
Hope my loved ones proud
Despite for all this trappin