Makin Plays

Lyrics

[Verse 1: 2 Eleven] (Yeah) (Okay) (That sound good) (Yeah) (That's right) Phil Jack playbook, full court pressure I'm D Fish in the clutch, nigga, .4 seconds Escalade V getting chauffeured to western This cuban link alone cost a nigga 'bout a Lexus Watch the progress turn right into profits I was born broke, but I'ma die rich Nigga, yeah, my lifestyle monetized, capturing the content Flight risk, every time they see me, I'm on fly shit Ain't no similarities, bitch, ain''t no comparing me 3 or 4 girlfriends, they don't mind sharing me I'm visioning a billion dollars, nigga, that's imperative Looking good at it too, getting off my narrative L.V. trainers, two bands for a pair of these Bitch for thе streets, yeah, that pussy up for charity I shine when thе lights off, nigga, check my clarity Scared money don't make none, so it ain't no fear in me [Verse 2: Trizz] (Aye) I made more off rapping than niggas made off capping And yapping about how they sold packs in the trap, nigga They talk behind my back, then give me dap, nigga I don't trip over the hate, my pockets fat, nigga I'm outside, while you niggas work a 9 to 5 Driving in your bitch ride, on live acting like you shine I can see you niggas blind, like you ain't got no eyes Telling all these lies behind the grind and carry a 9 Niggas bitch made, spending what your bitch made I'm sharp as a switchblade, every day I get paid I'm taking off like sick days, grinding til I get greys They taking shots at me, but they missed, I barely get grazed Niggas think they can fuck with me, so delusional Envious as usual, niggas deserve a funeral I'm losing hope, I'm giving up like I'm using dope Sorry ass niggas is worthless, you need to use a rope [Chorus: Ab-Soul] Makin plays, makin plays (every day) Makin plays, makin plays (in every way) Makin plays, makin plays (fuck up out the way) Makin plays, stay in your place (bitch) [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Got the cosign from LeBron, quoting my rhymes Shot me his autograph kicks, I throw them to my son in law Number one draft pick, far as this rap shit My favorite player was Nick for I had to shoot with a 9 That's a double en tan, you niggas know where I'm from It's 2 Eleven and Soul, even spirits is gettin robbed Hit a lick, then get my dick sucked Like make it make sense Roll a spliff, then turn a page of my playbook Great Western Forum, boy oh boy Crypto floor seats watching AD score Lets change games, no, really, I'm really changing the game Mookie Betts with the stick, got them running home from the gang n them Your bitch stay DMin me, I'm a Dodger, though The wave slick enough to mix oil and water hoe Bust your whole thing down to a follicle Two Tone Plane Jane, you know what time it is I done been [Chorus: Ab-Soul] Makin plays, makin plays (every day) Makin plays, makin plays (in every way) Makin plays, makin plays (fuck up out the way) Makin plays, stay in your place (bitch)