Kix Carter, Caskey - Don’t Play lyrics

Told my mama I'ma make it
And I put that on my life
Told my mama I'ma make it, two shots
Now I'm right i've been waiting on this
My whole fucking life
But I think I got proof
That there ain't no God
Click-click, pop, now the motherfucker ghost
Point us to the safe and
You better know the code
God damn it, I'm impatient, damn it
I've been waitin' feel it in my soul and you
Can hear my body achin'
I've been waitin' on this day and
I've been looking for a way
I've been prayin' to this man and
I don't know his fucking name
Whoa, turn the hands on the clock back
Don't be surprised if we bust back (Why?)
'Cause I never got the chance to
Say goodbye to my gramps
And I think about it every single day
If I got the chance, what would I say?
I put the pistol to my head
Just so I can fucking cope
Man, you praying to a God like
You think there's fucking hope
If you ever doubted me
Crawl your head through the rope
If you hating on my team, bitch
I hope you die slow headed to the top and I
Think I see the finish

Bitch, don't play me 'bout my fucking bidness
Kill 'em all, don't leave a witness
I think I just need more time
I'm drowning in my cup
Never drowning in my problems
Told that bitch to shut up
'cause money my only option

Yeah, I ain't praying to a
God that I never met
You got bitches on your side
And they never wet
Man, I'm sort of like Osirus, I never set
On the island, you never jet
Gotta suck my PJ to get a BJ
Swear they gotta do it my
Way or hit the highway
AKA I'm dropping bitches off in the freeway
Still here
And relaxed in a hotel suit with two freaks
And my reputation been unscuffed
Like new sneaks
Tell these pussies come and get an issue
Up a bit about the breakup
But it never miss you
I'm writing letters from the
Hideout and selling whiteout
Coming from where it ain't safe for
Ya when it's night out
Coming from where when they talk about you
Gotta ride out coming from where all the
Fake muhfuckers died out, slide out
And I ride with my tool, bitch motherfucker
Tried to play me like a fool, trust me
He don't want none
Got inside the coupe, and the dash say 215
But I don't run i'm not inside a suit, no
I'm in a t-shirt say "down with the sickness"
And I killed a witness, told her, "Bitch"

Bitch, don't play me 'bout my fucking bidness
Kill 'em all, don't leave a witness
I think I just need more time
I'm drowning in my cup
Never drowning in my problems
Told that bitch to shut up
'cause money my only option