Karriem DeVaughn - Played Lyrics

These days if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played
I blame all the sucka niggas, spread lame like the plague
Nowadays when I'm rappin', I don't know what to say
All these niggas talkin' bout, f*ck bitches get paid

If a nigga try to disrespect, call my nigga with a K
Only thing if it really happened, they ain't got a nigga that'll spray
Looks like it's the end of times, see Demus broad day
I don't know what to blame, say my breath shit don't change

Better focus on the meal ticket, ma said I need to pray for it
But my peers hunt and pray for it, can't stay green, get caught slippin
Young boy said pay the chicken, he can get your boy the right equipment
Bout to cop me a stick, custom grip with a switch on the road to riches

Bitch niggas can't run the track, always knew I had to grind for it
Niggas dyin' over rhinestones or they sell their soul on the first mile
My Air Force no scuff, no compromise I'm ford tough
Niggas got kid blitz f*cked up, get ahead on some sus stuff

I'd rather be underground, heard you clowns gettin' butt f*cked
I don't really want it that much, I switch up run plays
Steady cookin' up a way to chef, tryna decipher the maze
You cannot copy my ways, I'm choppin' like Roronoa with a blade

These days if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played
I blame all the suckin' niggas, spread lame like the plague
Now days when I'm rappin', I don't know what to say
All these niggas talkin' bout, f*ck bitches get paid

If a nigga try to disrespect, call my nigga with a K
Only thing, if it really happen, they ain't got a nigga that'll spray
Looks like it's the end of times, see Demons broad day
I don't know what to blame, save my breath, shit don't change

Better focus on the meal ticket, pop said need to grind more
All alone in these dark streets, need heat, can't get caught slippin
Thick headed, always hard to listen, took a few lumps, but I'm humble with it
Next time, bet his homies miss him, run a play, clip him, tryna stop the mission

Frenemies be the worst killers, they'll grab your feet, take you down with them
Niggas losers got a lot of excuses, so I be elusive on the crab, missing
Deficit, can't do math with him, steady talkin' cappin', no master plan
Tryna brag bout who you know, nigga, you's a fan, no cash in hand

These days, lotta dapper dans, dick ridin', tryna tap a dance
I don't need no feature nigga, me and Kay-Todd, tryna Pakistan
Hella raps like Pakistan, tryna go gold like a Packer-Fan
Niggas foul, tryna hack a shack, maybe cause a nigga spit facts

These days, if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played
These days, if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played
These days, if I'm honest, I don't know what to say
These days, if I'm honest, rap shit kinda played