Big Moe, Z-Ro, Tyte Eyes,, Ronnie Spencer - Confidential Playa lyrics

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 at least I'm trying to do something
Right so let me live my life

Lord knows I had my share
Of doing the wrong things
But a bonified player that finds
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 rat race
The lord some's got to come
Shrivel my signature I call
It rapping refunds
The ones that criticize be the
Ones you call your friends
The ones that ride it out ain't
Gone 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 everyday
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 them niggas say you tell
Them your daddy is a king

Everytime I look around
These haters they be talking down
Big Moe that done bring more light
I even had a, had a harder time
But, I'm still here still going strong
You can't believe what you hear in the song
About the year two triple o three
Whole wide world sipping drank 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 love set with the press
Why you want less cause through this
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
Feel what a peach crush Mo-Yo's just a
Player, player, player, player

Money, the rule to all evil
That's what I need
Between the hours of 3 to 7
That's when I bleed
Motherfuckers gone 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 nigga
That's short stopping my change
But me and him to the fullest
Ducking bullets at close range
Feeling crazy
Like I'm a lose my life to a bitch nigga
But while I'm here I be a rich nigga
Nephews and nieces
Niece cool clothes and chains and pieces
I break bread with my family
When my record releases
Besides skills in the west
Nigga got mouths to feed
Anything against the grain just light
A finger spot over seas
Saturday morning as a youngster I
Ain't have no bike
And I ain't have no Nikes
But in the triple I'ma have more ice
Around my neck and my wrist with fern doors
Z-Ro, confidentially yours a player