CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Play It Safe
(Saucey, you a genius)
(Jai beats on the track, boy)
Been tryna stay awake
True story, I been cutting off n***as every day
Can't trust a soul, I'm paranoid, I gotta play it safe
Twin on probation, can't leave the city, that's another case
But I ain't worried, if I need him, he coming right away
Somebody pass me a lighter, I'm just tryna see a brighter day
Lil' one say he need another pair, he had to burn up his Michael J's
Give me a mic and let me rock the stage
I'm just tryna change my n***a life, he been on the block for days
All I know is get paid
Like, nah for real, I ain't been to sleep in six days
What you been doing? Tryna run that money six ways
Heard they been sliding through the 6 with 'bout six Ks
First n***a walk up out that b*t*h, gon' get his sh*t blazed
Could've f**ked one of the opps baby mama but the b*t*h played
And I done been a lot of sh*t but I ain't never been [?]
And my nephews growing so I hustle, make sure them kids straight
If they kill me, let it be a cold case
And I know my n***as gon' retaliate
Heart made of gold but I always seem to get f**ked over
Dried up tears on my shoulder from a head I was holding
It get colder at night when I was running wild with them vultures
Don't you say you ain't mean it when you did when you posted it
(Jai beats on the track, boy)
Been tryna stay awake
True story, I been cutting off n***as every day
Can't trust a soul, I'm paranoid, I gotta play it safe
Twin on probation, can't leave the city, that's another case
But I ain't worried, if I need him, he coming right away
Somebody pass me a lighter, I'm just tryna see a brighter day
Lil' one say he need another pair, he had to burn up his Michael J's
Give me a mic and let me rock the stage
I'm just tryna change my n***a life, he been on the block for days
All I know is get paid
Like, nah for real, I ain't been to sleep in six days
What you been doing? Tryna run that money six ways
Heard they been sliding through the 6 with 'bout six Ks
First n***a walk up out that b*t*h, gon' get his sh*t blazed
Could've f**ked one of the opps baby mama but the b*t*h played
And I done been a lot of sh*t but I ain't never been [?]
And my nephews growing so I hustle, make sure them kids straight
If they kill me, let it be a cold case
And I know my n***as gon' retaliate
Heart made of gold but I always seem to get f**ked over
Dried up tears on my shoulder from a head I was holding
It get colder at night when I was running wild with them vultures
Don't you say you ain't mean it when you did when you posted it
