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Player Option Video (MV)




Performed By: Master Mold
Length: 3:01
Written by: Kevin Thompson




Master Mold - Player Option Lyrics




This right here the wave
I could see the vultures tryna ride it
Throwing shade
Thinking I ain't making it
They want me out the way
But once I blow they star asking for shit
You made your choice I could tell that you sick

Who the f*ck tryna test me
All my shit grade A
And you know it
I'm here for money
I don't care if I'm labeled a poet
Bringing thunder like my name Sabonis
I'm all about a challenge
Ready to damage opponents
I stay with bass like a crack addict
I knock hard
Like 5-0 breaching
I Know niggas that stay with lead
Like they job is teaching
I know haters on they knees like they whole life preaching
Looking for signs wishing that I stop breathing
I see hate is in season
I use it all when I cook
A top chef
Like faveru
Direct an image with hooks
A look a look my nigga
My shot arc like Noah
I'm contemplating wether dropping a check on Noah
Wait hold up
I'd rather drop a check on whips have oppressors scare of a nigga
Be Off my Django tip
Liberating freeing niggas
That be stuck in they head that's like me
But see I'm cozy in my space cause there's nobody like me
Copy

This right here the wave
I could see the vultures tryna ride it
Throwing shade
Thinking I ain't making it
They want me out the way
But once I blow they star asking for shit
You made your choice I could tell that you sick

Hella people on my dick
Tryna suck me like ice
They know I'm cold
Quick to damage a mic
I ain't approaching this right
I'm should appease to the masses
Be multi facet
But half these nigga ghosted on me
Tell me what happened
Was I gone for too long
Was my shit not poppin'
I chose quality
While all these other niggas kept dropping
Mediocrity
But I am not an AR rep
Do what you want
I ain't breaking a sweat
You see I'm back in the gym because the load bigger
And the goal closer
So I'm back applying neck pressure like a black choker
The tan Oprah
Blessing all of my watchers a gift
This for holding me down
Telling me grind for your shit
I'm retiring quick
You know that my foot on the gas
I'm tryna be like Kylie Jenner
Make a bill on my ass
I need this to last
I'm aiming for the rafters and the skybox
But play by street rules like a black top
This more like a consummation
I made this thang official with a slow grind
Cause when I blow we know this is all because I took time
The sandman been my greatest friend yet
The first thing I'll buys a watch so I'll never forget
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This right here the wave
I could see the vultures tryna ride it
Throwing shade
Thinking I ain't making it
They want me out the way
But once I blow they star asking for shit
You made your choice I could tell that you sick

Who the f*ck tryna test me
All my shit grade A
And you know it
I'm here for money
I don't care if I'm labeled a poet
Bringing thunder like my name Sabonis
I'm all about a challenge
Ready to damage opponents
I stay with bass like a crack addict
I knock hard
Like 5-0 breaching
I Know niggas that stay with lead
Like they job is teaching
I know haters on they knees like they whole life preaching
Looking for signs wishing that I stop breathing
I see hate is in season
I use it all when I cook
A top chef
Like faveru
Direct an image with hooks
A look a look my nigga
My shot arc like Noah
I'm contemplating wether dropping a check on Noah
Wait hold up
I'd rather drop a check on whips have oppressors scare of a nigga
Be Off my Django tip
Liberating freeing niggas
That be stuck in they head that's like me
But see I'm cozy in my space cause there's nobody like me
Copy

This right here the wave
I could see the vultures tryna ride it
Throwing shade
Thinking I ain't making it
They want me out the way
But once I blow they star asking for shit
You made your choice I could tell that you sick

Hella people on my dick
Tryna suck me like ice
They know I'm cold
Quick to damage a mic
I ain't approaching this right
I'm should appease to the masses
Be multi facet
But half these nigga ghosted on me
Tell me what happened
Was I gone for too long
Was my shit not poppin'
I chose quality
While all these other niggas kept dropping
Mediocrity
But I am not an AR rep
Do what you want
I ain't breaking a sweat
You see I'm back in the gym because the load bigger
And the goal closer
So I'm back applying neck pressure like a black choker
The tan Oprah
Blessing all of my watchers a gift
This for holding me down
Telling me grind for your shit
I'm retiring quick
You know that my foot on the gas
I'm tryna be like Kylie Jenner
Make a bill on my ass
I need this to last
I'm aiming for the rafters and the skybox
But play by street rules like a black top
This more like a consummation
I made this thang official with a slow grind
Cause when I blow we know this is all because I took time
The sandman been my greatest friend yet
The first thing I'll buys a watch so I'll never forget
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Writer: Kevin Thompson
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