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Pouya & Chris Travis

Players Only

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Players Only was released on May 29, 2026 by Pouya / EMPIRE as a part of the album Foreverglades

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Pouya

Performer

Chris Travis

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chris Travis

Composer

Kevin Pouya

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Alexis Martin

Producer

Morris

Producer

Casey Mattson

Producer

Lyrics

All I wanted was a life, a couple million, they want me dead

Said she wanted to be my wife

But I had bitches in my bed

This that type of pain

Blow out your brain and leave a stain

This that type of shit

That only players understand

I really don't fuck with nobody

Don't wanna pull up on nobody

I don't wanna love on nobody

Everybody on my back

Nothing else on my mind, just that

Money, that paper, that cheddar

Berettas and felons

Just give me my medicine

I could feel better in 35 minutes

Adjust to the way that I'm living

Life could be good, it could be great

I wouldn't know 'cause I'm fucked in the brain

Doing the same thing every day, I'm going insane

Bought a headstone, I've been digging my grave

Say what you mean, mean what you say

Baby Bone from the MIAMI

Where the gators and iguanas lay

All I wanted was a life, a couple million, they want me dead

Said she wanted to be my wife

But I had bitches in my bed

This that type of pain

Blow out your brain and leave a stain

This that type of shit

That only players understand

All I wanted was a life, a couple million, they want me dead

Said she wanted to be my wife

But I had bitches in my bed

This that type of pain

Blow out your brain and leave a stain

This that type of shit

That only players understand

Bitch said that she wanted be my wife

But I'm too far ahead

I be thinking 'bout all type of shit

Like my brain off them meds

I'm a whole new phenom

They like Kenshin, why you cut yo' dreads?

I get on some shit and I spaz out

They might think I'm sped

Chillin' in Miami on the water

Living on the edge

Me and Pouya back to back

In a Cadillac with someone head

Mixing up them heat

I lay it down like I'm making spread

This that type of shit

That only playas is gon' understand

You don't wanna go there, boy

You know I got the upper hand

Know they wanna see me dead

But bitch, I'm here, feet on the land

Keep a FN carbon on the side

Like I'm in Iran

All I wanted was a life, a couple million, they want me dead

Said she wanted to be my wife

But I had bitches in my bed

This that type of pain

Blow out your brain and leave a stain

This that type of shit

That only players understand

All I wanted was a life, a couple million, they want me dead

Said she wanted to be my wife

But I had bitches in my bed

This that type of pain

Blow out your brain and leave a stain

This that type of shit

That only players understand

This that type of shit that players-players just gon' understand

This that type of shit that players-players just gon' understand

You don't wanna go there with me, boy, I got the

Written by: Chris Travis, Kevin Pouya

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