2 Player - Rufus (Official Music Video)

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Director: Atlanta Visuals

Lyrics:

Yea
I don't chase shit, know what I'm talkin' bout
Chase this money bitch (Leh go, aye)

First rule number one
Never simp wit a cape
Never trip over spilt milk, or some crushed grapes
Rule two, gotta stay, far away from sucka shit
I'm too busy, I'm 2 Player, to get caught up in that other shit
I'm selling three to ten
Only free game for the other two
A lot of n***** fraud
So it's prepaid for the most of you
Boss Hogg in my lane, I prefer a Mack Truck
I prefer a moving target, tricks prefer a lame duck
Interest is to enterprise, break bread get a cut
Never been emotional or caught up in a trick's nut
I be gone before daylight
He'll be there when the sun comes up
Leather seats and frost bite on the windshield that's what she can trust
I be gone in da wind, distant lover, distant friend
Sold out shows, all because my pen cold as igloo den
Den as in living space, I only ask for time and place
Yo superhero that ain't me, no cat and mouse, I can't chase

Should I, could I, would I, even save'em
I said, could I, would I, should I, even save'em
Yea
I said, should I, could I, would I, even save'em
Yea
I said, could I, would I, should I, even save'em

Ugh, leh go
This the kind of bump that make you hit the block 55 times
Been around the world so much I might just die flying
Prime time preparatory school'em on success (Cess)
Leave the super bowl straight to spring training be the best (Best)
I ain't playing tho (Playing tho)
If you ain't paying, then I'm saying no (Saying no)
All my pros trained to go, we focused on the game of grow
Those who can't do it lose women, that's a sentiment
Built to win and skilled for this I shoot a shot no nearly miss (Aye)
You in the midst of truest pimps (Aye)
You used to kickin' it with simps (Aye)
Kobra Kai sweep the leg no mercy for a limpin' trick
Keep on talking shit and imma be at cha home (Home)
Bring the street to ya door (Door)
Leave defeat on ya dome (Dome)
To each his own, I promise slaughter everything I'm featured on
All yo flows come out the can, we cooking extra season homes (Hear it cookin')
Might serve yo mama get her geekin' on
The opposition not exist, we coming down the option is

Should I, could I, would I, even save'em
I said, could I, would I, should I, even save'em
Yea
I said, should I, could I, would I, even save'em
Yea
I said, could I, would I, should I, even save'em