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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Moe
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Derrick Haynes
Composer
Joseph McVey
Composer
Tyson Duplechain
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Blue
Producer
Greg Morganstein
Mixing Engineer
Noke D
Mixing Engineer
Salih Williams
Mixing Engineer
Derrick Dixon
Executive Producer
Lyrics
[Chorus]
I'm still a player
A confidential player
I'm just trying to do something right
So let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustling
I know you want to see me struggling
But least I'm trying to do something right
So let me live my life
[Verse 1]
Lord knows I had my share of doing the wrong things
But a bona fide player defines the life in me
Casualties make us cry, but still, we got to mash
Keep my eyes up on the sparrow and mind up on my cash
Penetrate, finish last, maintain a steady pace
Keep the busters out your business and haters up out your face
In this last rate race, the lump sum's gotta come
Scribble my signature, I call it rapid refunds
The ones that criticize be the ones you call your friends
The ones that ride it out ain't gonna always be your kin
But then you got to know if it's yours, you gone get it
But also, you got to know that every day ain't terrific
Precision about your plans, keep it real with your fans
Watching my baby boy grow to be a young man
My daughter got to know, from the jump, you a queen
And fuck what a **** say, you tell them your daddy is a king and a
[Chorus]
Player
A confidential player
I'm just trying to do something right
So let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustling
I know you want to see me struggling
We need some time to do something right
So let me live my life
[Verse 2]
Every time I look around
These haters, they be talking down
Big Moe, this a Big Moe life
I even had a, had a heart attack
But I'm still here still going strong
You can't believe what you hear in a song
A-by the year two triple-oh three
Whole wide world sip and drink with me
I got money, but I'm still a little stressed
I thank the Lord 'cause you know I'm the best
A little upset with the press
Why you want less 'cause through this
[Verse 3]
I guess it's best for me to stay calm
And hold it down till the day that I'm gone
I got a white cup in my palm
Filled with a peach crush, moe, you're just a
[Verse 4]
Player
Player
Player
Player
[Verse 5]
Money, the root of all evil, that's what I need
Between the hours of three to seven, that's when I bleed
Motherfuckers out, making the block hot, so I stay and move around
Tyte Eyez and Z-Ro stacking paper, it's going down
Break the shop of a **** that's short stopping my change
Put me and him to the fullest, ducking bullets at close range
Feeling crazy, like I'ma lose my life to a bitch ****
But while I'm here I be a rich ****
Nephews and nieces need school clothes and chains and pieces
I break bread with my family when my record releases
Besides bills and the rent, **** got mouths to feed
Anything against the grain, just light up, pick the spot and proceed
Saturday morning as a youngster, I ain't have no bike
And I ain't have no knife, but in the triple, I'ma have more ice
Around my neck and my wrist with foreign doors
Z-Ro, confidentially yours, a player
[Chorus]
Such a player
A confidential player
I'm just trying to do something right
So let me live my life
Even though I'm still hustling
I know you want to see me struggling
But least I'm trying to do something right
So let me live my life
[Verse 6]
Ah, we just players
Trying to do something right
So let us live our lives
Yeah
Play on, play on
Written by: Derrick Haynes, Joseph McVey, Tyson Duplechain