Stro - Player lyrics

[Verse 1] Break in territories end of story Nobody in the game in my category Astro be the kid, we don't need Maury Move with speed like I got something on me Y'all cats bore me Better move on small circle, who's you when your crew gone? Won't stop 'till there's bread in my futon Soup hot, you a step near lukewarm Keep shoes on when I step on their rep Taking time to perfect, I'll be back in a sec Come from the home where they cracking them necks Should be packing a tech, but that's bad for my rep Never staged unless it's at a mic check Might do a nice set, have your night set for a nice check Cashier, cashier, talk to me Ching, ching like what's goody Back in a all black hoody What's fashion? 30 dollar jeans, but check my pa**ion You Clay, I'm Ca**ius I might have to celebrity d**h match ya Bad chicks walk past you Untill you claim fame and then they all attack you Movie about broke folk, get your cash up Before they try and cast ya Getting buck and loving nothing unless it's getting bucks And emcees ducking tracks, leave 'em running Treat rhymes like dimes, I do 'em Take spots and label them property I do em I can switch up and make them make bread for me Cause I'm a player [Hook] [Verse 2] I be that mister contradiction if they spit you know it's fiction I'm just living, screw a critic They ain't live it, they won't get it Come from roaches up in my kitchen Now I'm on my way to them riches Came a long from all of them evictions Get my pay from making them listen Open ears and open bank accounts Trying to be worth insane amounts These rappers is RnB, I wonder what they singing about Yo, tell me what they thinking about Probably how to one up their done up I swear this summer we come up the runners of All this, they aight, but I'm just more important One, two, three, four when I find a flow It's time to go school of rap we up in the honor roll Boo crews, ice mics, the flow's nice like A failing student on the last week of school My grade high Grade A specifically, I stay fly Thats why they trying to get to me I sweated y'all then I had an epiphany I'm one of the greatest in rap history No debate, you the bait better run for your life k** them with the flow, not a gun or a knife Spit that crack he record with a pipe Funky diabetic, that's according to phife These labels label you properly, they do you But they could never pull a stunt like that with me Cause I'm the player, now give me my money [Hook]