Another Play 2 Eleven (Ft. Freddie Gibbs & Quincey White)

[Intro: 2Eleven]
Shit, nigga, everything I rap about
Nigga, be some real life shit, nigga
I can't just make this shit up like this
You feel me, though?
Don Alfonso

[Chorus: Quincy White]
The city we been weeping through it (Skrr)
The money we been getting to it (Racks)
This shit ain't really [?] to do it
Run it up, then we runnin' through it
I just made another play
I just made another play
Niggas talking about they bag
Yeah, I'm on the way scoring off this hustle
Hit that [?] for another play (Deuce)

[Verse 1: 2Eleven]
Ever since them bags came, bitches want my last name
Niggas got the mad face, 'cause they still in last place
Nigga I be bracking on a bad day, scored on my last play
If you ain't got no monеy, bitch you need to go that way
Rent a car, trafficking trap king
They try to bury me, thеy know I'm a [?]
My niggas havin' paper shoot a thousand on a [?]
Now Deuce Eleven from the neighbors, fuck a rap name
My nigga I ain't come to flex, I'm here to motivate
Introduced her to my niggas, she a throwaway
If that bag right [?]
Shoot that deposit in a [?], bitch I'm on the way
Yeah, I be quarterback in place like I'm Tom Brady
Even when it's forfeit, naw baby
I wanna find out what these jealous niggas mad at
In the streets y'all whole life ain't got a [?]