Letras
Raised by a single mother, my daddy broke her heart
But we ain't trippin', we just had a rough start
Life ain't about all the cars, clothes, and broads
It's about how you get back up after you fall
You ever been broke? Holla at a playa
You don't love these pros? Holla at a playa
You like to drink and smoke? Holla at a playa
If you tryna get this paper, holla at a playa
My granny died, Lord I miss my grandma
But we are closer than ever, she's in the sky and I'm a star
Compared to Clay James, you other rappers subpar
I got a dirty mouth like the kids on South Park
And the way I'm kickin' pimpin', I can pull any broad
With a solid foundation, you can never pull my card
My vernacular is nothing short of spectacular
Plus I'm shinin' harder than the flashes on the camera
Cougar women love the fact that Clay got stamina
Young women love the fact that Clay is not an amateur
Some say I'm confusing, wordplay like Confucius
Lyrically blessed, so gifted with this music
The Lord gave me a gift, I swear to God I'm 'bout to use it
The Lord gave me a gift, I swear to God I won't abuse it
Promise I'ma practice on this talent, I won't lose it
Ask your girl about it, Southern playas is the coolest
Raised by a single mother, my daddy broke her heart
But we ain't trippin', we just had a rough start
Life ain't about all the cars, clothes, and broads
It's about how you get back up after you fall
You ever been broke? Holla at a playa
You don't love these pros? Holla at a playa
You like to drink and smoke? Holla at a playa
If you tryna get this paper, holla at a playa
He made exceptional efforts to spread the message
Life lessons made it easy for him to read deception
So he executed methods, accumulated connections
With owners, jews, and execs, made chess moves with the best then
Now he moves around life as a chess piece
One with the man, bought a cross for his chestpiece
Finished school out of respect for his mama
Flip the check, put it back for his daughter
Hit the city, big wheelie seats low in the dark
Heater tucked under the seat, got some more in the trunk
Haters hate it when they see him, even more 'cause they chumps
Haters hate it when they hear him, even more 'cause it thump
Fifteen on the wheel, fifteen on the trunk
Came from the mud, I got mud in my cup
And yeah I'm ridin' dirty, I got God in my ride
But Lord know he blessed the girl on my passenger side
Raised by a single mother, my daddy broke her heart
But we ain't trippin', we just had a rough start
Life ain't about all the cars, clothes, and broads
It's about how you get back up after you fall
You ever been broke? Holla at a playa
You don't love these pros? Holla at a playa
You like to drink and smoke? Holla at a playa
If you tryna get this paper, holla at a playa