Big K.R.I.T. - Player's Ball (Freestyle) lyrics

Hey, I'm live from the underground railroad
Won't fall in the same trap
That these niggas fell for
Industry cats ball
But really they barely paid
Rather be broke and keep it
Real than be a slave see, they got you live
From the underground railroad
Won't fall in the same trap
That these niggas fell for
Industry cats ball
But really they barely paid
Rather be broke and keep it
Real than be a slave

See, they got you caught up in this
Maze of money cars and bitches
Chains you never wear
Clothes that barely fit you
Niggas is down with ya cause
You got you some bread
You think Shawdy feel for you cause
She gave you some head?
Now, she a best seller because
She wrote about your secrets
How you ate her out and you
Claim you never eat it
Brung her breakfast in bed
Claim you never feed her
Nothin' but bubblegum and dick
Ain't that a bitch?
Now, your record ain't sellin'
Bill folk callin' really ain't free
You be damned if you walk in
So you drugged, sellin' again
Same game that took you out the
Hood put you right back in
But, you floss and you stunt
Where the cameras at
Later on handin' all of that jewelry back
Frontin', cause you scared without
That you ain't nothin'
But a human being strivin' for somethin'
Superheros don't exist, only on comic strips
Mind, brain, time fly
Wonderin' where it went
Now you 808 heartbroken, going crazy
Confused about your life cause you
Ain't felt the same lately
As you did when you did it for the love
Recordin' in the closet
Play it back for your cuz
Writtin' about the truth and the
Way that it is to be a nigga from the minors
On your way to the bigs
Tellin' all your family that you
Got 'em and they good
And when this advance hit your bank
You gonna get them out the hood
Buyin' fancy cars on the
Chrome with the candy red carpet treatment
Take 'em all to the Grammys
Man, at least that's what the
A&R said at the table
With the checks and the label execs
You always did your best
And your family understand
The first few years you can't do
Half the shit that you planned
Damn, you never, ever home
The city think you wrong
Cause your family fucked up and
You ridin' on chrome
Cribs got your house on blast
Secret compartment
Your brother can't barely afford
His one bedroom apartment
On the gutter side of town
Niggas can barely eat
But still keep it real and
Go and purchase your CD
Upset because you ain't did you
A mil in a week mad at your street team
Cause they ain't deeper in the streets
Like all your hard-work paid off
You own your own company, never get laid off
Go party with the rich folk
They feel your pain just as lonely as you
Wished they had never changed the game we in
Hey, this the game we in

Now all the rappers came, from far and wide
Talkin' bout money cars and hoes
Like that's all to life
Now, I'm here to tell ya
There's a better way
Keep it 1hunna with yourself in
This game we play like everyday, everyday
Like everyday, everyday