Player Gets Played

[Intro]
Alabama boy in a South C bar
Oakland sound in a blacked-out car
New York voice in my left side ear
"Play hard
Lil homie
Make it crystal clear" (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Slide through
Fresh fade
White tee
Gold on
Smell clean
Eyes on me
She got ring on
Tucked in her purse
Say "I’m bored of my man
He the worst"
Talk sweet with that Carolina twang
Hand on my chest when the slow song sang
I’m thinkin
I’m the one she been prayin for
Whole time
I’m a story she gon’ play tomorrow
[Chorus]
This how a player gets played in the real world
Thought I ran game
Now I’m just her joke
Player night out turned player get hurt
I was talkin slick
She was takin notes
This how a player gets played in the real world
Thought I wrote the rules
She rewrote the page
Player night out
Thought I ran that girl
Walked out solo
Pockets light
Heart caged
[Verse 2]
West Coast club
Floor feel like it breathe
Bottle in the air
Lil' light on the sleeve
She say
"You from Bama? I can hear that drawl"
Say "You from Queens? I can hear that wall"
Her phone buzz
Screen flash
Name "Big Home"
She laugh
Hit mute
Say "He don’t own me"
I peep that
Still act like I don’t see
Cuz ego too big
Think it can’t be me
We hit back room
Lil' section in the cut
She pour my drink heavy
Hand on my gut
Whisper in my ear with that cold NY
"If you fall first
Boy
Don’t act surprised" (uh)
[Chorus]
This how a player gets played in the real world
Thought I ran game
Now I’m just her joke
Player night out turned player get hurt
I was talkin slick
She was takin notes
This how a player gets played in the real world
Thought I wrote the rules
She rewrote the page
Player night out
Thought I ran that girl
Walked out solo
Pockets light
Heart caged
[Bridge]
Alabama heart
South C charm
Oakland bounce
But I dropped my guard
New York echo in the back of my head
"Every slick tongue bleed when it get misled" (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
This how a player gets played in the real world
Thought I ran game
Now I’m just her joke
Player night out turned player get hurt
I was talkin slick
She was takin notes
This how a player gets played in the real world
Thought I wrote the rules
She rewrote the page
Player night out
Thought I ran that girl
Walked out solo
Pockets light
Heart caged

Gritty coastal blend: West Coast club bounce over thick sub bass and swung claps, slick male rap lead with gritty New York hype ad-libs tucked behind. Hook opens into a chantable Southern drawl, stacked gang vocals and crowd noise textures. Verses ride a driving, head-nod pocket; bridge strips to bass, snaps, and vocal before the final chorus slams back with extra ad-libs and dropouts for live call-and-response., world, deep