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Here's the truth
I never thought I'd miss my home
Cause I'm captivated by my own mind
Im playing tricks on my self, one day at a time
I thought you ought

Jump up and get your ass shot up
For my profit pick my Glock up
I'm bustin' with self-defense, you see
Poppin' nobody got 'em, holla
Outlaw riders, mash

they making mo figures
Her sugar daddy is a old nigga
All she do is smoke with him
Drink liquor and expose niggas
She a hustler and a go getter
And she

licks

Then I fucked your bitch

And she did some tricks, sittin' on my dick
Let me get it with the drop drop, ooh, ooh
Ooh i'm dabbin'
Dabbin' I'm

shine, you
Shine, we shine forever, oh yeah
(Uh, uh)

Dear Aniya, the Devil is a liar
Keep your heads in the clouds
And be everything you aspire
Daddy's

Made a top-class hit
That's Class clown trick

Bod mon wan try me dawg
Pussy boi unconscious

It's on cite with my construction workers
We gone light it

was fucking up in school, getting treed and staying broke
Owning up to my mistakes gotta do it because I'm grown
Driven by self passion while dying from

be bringing that demon out
Want your people grieving by your picture with some candles out

Less war & more peace
Qp in this nike fleece
Jugging bad in

at how the
Gods done gone crazy
With edge ups gone like Jefferey Osborne baby

Consecutive blunts my chest
Leather like moccasins
Infinite sin dealin with

of hell
'Cause your mommy and daddy supported you
With hearts and their wallets
And you just spend their money
On your drunken frolics

Congratulations,

of all I ain't with the cuffing these girls gone pick and choose
And if I ever had yo girl just know she don't play by the rules
But never mind we gone get

ain't gone ever be ova till it's won
No need for people to retaliate with they guns
Life and death is in the power of your tongue

She looking good living

Safe + Sound

DJ Quik

The Best of DJ Quik: Da Finale

2002

making ends 

Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around 

You know the moneys got you safe and sound 



Now i'm bout to take it back to 84

people keep on
Doubting you, you gotta make a move
If you get it by yo
Self then you ain't gotta go to school
But the trick is that you
Gotta know

went through
Thought I was adventurous
But ended up just being foolish now I see
Seeing nightmares flash before your face
You gave in got manipulated by

Highway heart breaker
Guess you’ll catch me out in traffic
Got me trippin' like it’s acid
Real bad, look it’s tragic
Bending over backwards for your love

Rockford girls call me by my last name

Them Winnebago boys bout it
Used to be silent
Now I'm getting real loud like my pockets filled with sirens
I don't do

About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad

Wassup wit these creep ass hoes be Spying
Wassup wit these birds ass tricks They silent

I don't really care about the beef
You gone argue with ya self

the spell of ignorance demolish the self 
Senses are overloaded bent from overdosage 
Tense and overworked too spent to hold your focus 
The devil’s only

a trick
They'll mess with your brothers they thinking they slick (Haha)
Left me alone that turned my heart cold
Tinted my windows I'm on a dark road
Praying

Fuck his bitch i'm the man now
Yes the man with the plans, I got bands nows
Caught him on a lacking by his self
Fuck boy know you ain't safe
When we come

a demon
But Im like Negan
Your here for no reason
It have me reaching
That's why I glorify who with me
Your weak ass bitch ain't bad as my semi

All these

provoking
Keep it bottled up like a potion or lotion
Remember to breathe
Always got tricks up his sleeve
Adam and Eve
Down bad on my knees
Father God, just