Players Circle Lyrics

Pile it to ceiling

Touch mine then ya killed

Prolly have better luck

Trying to fuck my bitch

I prioritize the digits

Cuz dollars never switch

If he don't ride I don't trip

Cuz that was never him

Pile it to ceiling

Touch mine then ya killed

Prolly have better luck

Trying to fuck my bitch

I prioritize the digits

Cuz dollars never switch

If he don't ride I don't trip

Cuz that was never him

Pile it to ceiling

Touch mine then ya killed

Prolly have better luck

Trying to fuck my bitch

I prioritize the digits

Cuz dollars never switch

If he don't ride I don't trip

Cuz that was never him

Look here

I put this shit in motion

I'm a true playa

Never sit the bench

Unless I'm coaching

They say "real nigga"

Cuz I stand by all the shit that's spoken

I came up with this on my own

I ain't nobody's token

Niggas ain't ever seen me froze

They just heard I'm coldest

Act like you fucking know

I never was no lil homie

Niggas ain't base me

Since that bass done came up out my voice

Wasn't always thinking

But some things we just ain't have the choice

He push me to it mama

I ain't even mean to do that

I take two steps then move back

Had no excuse

I had a roof

And never questioned whose daddy

Some niggas questions my addi

But the thing is

I'm in the same place

As when we came here

And I'm staying there

Pile it to ceiling

Touch mine then ya killed

Prolly have better luck

Trying to fuck my bitch

I prioritize the digits

Cuz dollars never switch

If he don't ride I don't trip

Cuz that was never him

Pile it to ceiling

Touch mine then ya killed

Prolly have better luck

Trying to fuck my bitch

I prioritize the digits

Cuz dollars never switch

If he don't ride I don't trip

Cuz that was never him

Pile it to ceiling

Touch mine then ya killed

Prolly have better luck

Trying to fuck my bitch

I prioritize the digits

Cuz dollars never switch

If he don't ride I don't trip

Cuz that was never him

See, I Keep my head above the water

Til I need me a drink

Closed mouths don't get fed

My fam need me to speak

I was out feeding my demons

Then had to flee from the scene

My Granny's dreams ain't misleading

She said to keep it on me

And that's just keeping it even

These boys is playing for keeps

My homies ain't with them games

So trust, they don't play about me

We don't be aiming for ceilings

Y'all boys can't stay on ya feet

You can keep changing your name

But history can't be deleted

Try be a man of ya word

Or bout ya business at least

What you ain't seeing?

Nigga please

Maple leaves

Shit ain't sweet

Roll wit punches

Roll the dice

Gotta learn to take a leap

On my mama

On my life

You boys will never take from...

Pile it to ceiling

Touch mine then ya killed

Prolly have better luck

Trying to fuck my bitch

I prioritize the digits

Cuz dollars never switch

If he don't ride I don't trip

Cuz that was never him