CayBenji - role player Lyrics

I'm a real player, come off the bench, I'm still on go
Quarter ticket, to a mill in bonds, they still won't let him go
Tell me what the f*ck I look like, fallin' out just over hoes
If it ain't about that cash or fam, I won't pick up my phone
Situations a long road for me, what you mean that just my bro
Shit, if Kai was here, he'll tell me what it is about you hoes
Shit, I can't believe bro really died, I still pick up my phone
Pretty bitch, her personality, shit leave the message after the tone
I hope my momma proud of me after the work I then put in
Petty shit, result in lost with friends, work too hard to lose again
Tryna triple up my profits, work too hard, I'm tryna win
Hit my knees, I pray at night, I'm hopin' God forgive my sins
Crashed the beamer, I couldn't believe it though
How the f*ck you supposed to win with all them people
Hop out v's, committing sins, but he a demon though
Hollow tips and them FN's, but he a reaper though
He a demon though
Ain't no competition at all, them niggas can't f*ck with me
If there ain't no loyalty at all, them niggas can't run with me
I'm an artist, not a rapper, know, what's up with me
P.T.S.D. my brodie, always keep a drum with em
I'ma make it out for mine, I hope you make it out for yours
Try to cherish what we had, but you had too many closed doors
He knew the consequences, his brodie died, he still gon' try to score
Foreign whip, suicide doors, attract the whore, baddie galore
I'm tryna touch a hundred million, I can't chill yet
I'm tryna touch a hundred million for my children
I'm tryna see what a hundred million really feel like
I'm tryna see what a hundred million really spend like
Pressure make diamonds, I'ma shine like one
Chasin' money till the sun come up
I tried to give her all my love until my love gave up
I tried to give her all my trust until my trust gave up
You know that
I know niggas hoppin' out on them V's
I'm tryna hop off jets
What you know about walkin' through the scene and people breakin' necks
I'm an addict to her love, I kicked the cup I'm like what's next
I got a hater everywhere, but all them haters bring in checks
I'm a real player, come off the bench, I'm still on go
Quarter ticket to a mill, his bond they just won't let him go
Tell me what the f*ck I look like, fallin' out, just over hoes
If it ain't about that cash or fam, I won't pick up my phone
Situations a long road for me, what you mean, that just my bro
Shit, if Kai was here, he'll tell me what it is about you, hoes
Shit, I can't believe bro really died, I still pick up my phone
Pretty bitch, her personality shit, leave a message after the tone
After the tone