Confidential Playa (Big Moe)

I'm still a playa, a confidential playa I'm just tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin' But at least I'm tryin' to do somethin' right so let me live my life Lord knows I had my share of doin' the wrong things But a bonafide playa 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 Specific about your plans, keep it real with your fans Watchin' 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 and I'm still a playa, a confidential playa I'm just tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin' But at least I'm tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life Every time I look around These haters, they be talkin' down Big Moe doesn't bring more light I even had a, had a harder time But I'm still here, still goin' strong You can't believe what you hear in the song About the year two, triple O, three Whole wide world sippin', 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 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 Playa, playa, playa, playa 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 makin' the block hot, so I stay and move around Tyte Eyez and Z-Ro stackin' paper, it's goin' down Break the shop of a nigga that's short stoppin' my change But me and him to the fullest, duckin' bullets at close range Feelin' 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, nice, 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 Anythin' against the grain, just light a finger spot over seas Saturday mornin' 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 your's a playa I'm still a playa, a confidential playa I'm just tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life Even though I'm still hustlin', I know you want to see me strugglin' But at least I'm tryin' to do somethin' right, so let me live my life