Kenny Mason – “Play Ball”

Kenny Mason is back with the “Play Ball” track, produced by Julian Cruz & Kenny Mason. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Kenny Mason Play Ball

Sonically, “Play Ball” is perhaps the brightest single that Kenny Mason has dropped so far this year, but the pop-rock production is utterly misleading, as throughout the nearly three-minute track finds the Angelic Hoodrat talking about the violence and confrontation that he has experienced in his community. In addition to tying into the artist’s recurring dog theme, the song’s title also reflects Mason’s menacing challenge for his opposition to go ahead and try him. From singing about his gun to rapping about robbing unsuspecting victims, Kenny Mason’s new single “Play Ball” is a welcomed addition to his catalogue, and it’s the perfect representation of the duality that Mason’s music has embraced as of late.

Kenny Mason – Play Ball (prod. Julian Cruz & Kenny Mason)

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look on my face said “Get the fuck out my face, dawg”
Looked at my waist, and the look on his face dropped
Ride with my strap, just to make it home safe, dawg
Do you really wanna play ball?
Do you really wanna play ball?
Chasin’ my tail, trailin’ my fate, dawg
I was takin’ my Ls with an L in my face, dawg
You were makin’ up tales, I can tell it’s all fake, dawg
Do you really wanna play ball?
Do you really wanna play ball?

[Interlude]
Ayy bruh, who you?
(Bruh who the fuck this is?)
Who you know stay around here lil’ bruh?
(Oh I ain’t, I ain’t never seen cuz, hold on)
Who you know stay around here?

[Chorus]
This shit can get real, real, on this side
Don’t come around here, here, at night
They’ll tell yo’ ass, real, real, goodbye
Tell me which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want-ant-ant-ant

[Verse 2]
Life of a rough neck, die for my respect
Y’all niggas suspect, lie to get success
Lot of these niggas is lottery tickets in my hood
Inspirin’ me to jug, who ’bout to slip up next?
Knew how to spot ruckus
Without lookin’, bitch, I took it
No retaliation ’cause y’all pushin’
How y’all shook it? Got the places that y’all took it
I watch good ones, turn to Satan ’cause y’all push ’em
This black gun was meant to protect Black skin
Attacking our black out, leavin’ you black in
The back hand back out, better get back, bitch
The back-in’s back, I’m finna do back-flips
I seen that dark and light side, the awful bright side
My partner’s that guard my blood side
All so go long, your housewives
We all got downsides
We all that we got on our side

[Interlude]
Ayy, y’all folks got three seconds to tell me who y’all know
(Do not motherfckin’ move, boy)
Or shit gon’ get real

[Chorus]
This shit can get real, real, on this side
Don’t come around here, here, at night
They’ll tell yo’ ass, real, real, goodbye
Tell me which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want it
Which way you want-ant-ant-ant

Watch Animated Video