Playa made

(Jordan Lewis)

This song is about someone who is from the hoid/slums and is being pressured to confirm to their surroundings

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Brown bag for the 80 cake in my jaws 
white girl in my sock .45 on me I never been rocked 
it ain't ever been cocked strap in my pants 
just in case these strings get dreadlocked 
have to put a nigga in a head lock like my pussy out of wet lock

Playa mode I been playa made knocking the hustle 
get you played like arcade once you in the game 
you can never escape so hold it down if you holding weight 
just don't try to reach a peak cuz they die 
when they reach caging the crib these niggas do breach 
it aint that rare but niggas love high stakes they waiting with guns 
and swords they ready for war they know how to go toe to toe 
they leading the board yo name barely scratched in it 
bold statements yo actions better put back bone in it 
or you ain't getting a sentence you getting real nigga business 
cuz the blood runs deep these niggas don't mind sacrificing 
you as the sheep the lamb held captive by uncle Sam if you crying 
you better roar loud enough to let them know you are a lion got shooters 
with you like the son of Orion that let them constellation connect like the dots 
when they head hunting heat sensors on ARs and inferred traces 
that traced blood to your cell no not the pin you know on earth 
yo hood is the hell and that's so habitual young poet with a quill 
in the hand I'm completing the ritual I prefer not to get physical 
but niggas stay with the gun talk like I don't eat led niggas really want me dead 
but I can't be done you know what my name is son I'll never run

Brown bag for the 80 cake in my jaws 
white girl in my sock .45 on me I never been rocked 
it ain't ever been cocked strap in my pants 
just in case these strings get dreadlocked 
have to put a nigga in a head lock like my pussy out of wet lock
© Jordan Lewis 2018