PLAY SOMETHING (Explicit)

PLAY SOMETHING (Explicit) - ADÉ

Lyrics by：Philip Adetumbi/Miles Franklin/Ramon Ibanga, Jr.

Composed by：Philip Adetumbi/Miles Franklin/Ramon Ibanga, Jr.

Not playin'

You attention I'm not payin'

Not layin'

It's not you I'm just not stayin'

Not sayin'

N***as tellin' they Goku

Me I'm Piccolo

I get to my green through this Pro Tools

This a whole fool's musical

Food for your thoughts

Never take the main to McDonald's

That's food for your thoughts

Now I drop jams on 'em

I was movin' them blocks

You couldn't style P if

You was in the group wit' the Lox

Fly n***a

Know to Marley what we do in the shop

You n***as got no taste

Yo I can tell when you get the AUX

I'm in the Uber playin' Luther

Loot it's never too much

Not from the V but all

Of the n***as you see with me is too up

Too down to ride for

Me I'm down to die for 'em

Time to tax n***as I'm in my W-9 form

N***as tryna ride for 'em

Me I want some real estate

Spent my summertime tourin'

Still ain't hit a realer state

Maryland I've been the great

Asked the hoes I've been the bait

What you hear is what you get

Nothing to authenticate

Finish with that interstate

It's overnight flights now

Seen every movie on the plane like twice now

I swear

My days they be dim

The nights want my lights on

Really out here though

Your life's in your iPhone

Howard homecomin' I was out with four youngin's

No ID no nothin' still at every show jumpin'

In my city get respect

Outta that you get a speck

No I didn't rap 'em yet it's cool

But you was never on the set

I was really in the street

Made a name at the open-mic

Pure and indulged n***a

Duh this wasn't overnight

Lookin' for a come up

I could show you what this shoulder like

Cold as ice and your best coat won't suffice

What I got is not enough

But to these n***as a lot

They come at me with hands out

They leave with feet to a rock

Now kick that

Yeah I'm known to hit back hours later

Been tryin' to hit

The top of the tower I'm Al-Qaeda

Top of the totem pole

Ain't coppin' I know the code

We poppin' and feed the family

Keep this s**t bro-to-bro

Keep your soul with you

If you believe it then go for broke

Ten-toes to the cock and

To squeeze it and blow the 4

Bang