Lyrics:
Future king i'm a champion
Spit a verse on a sample song
Eat the track that i'm rapping on
New shovel I have it yo
Bury niggas in catacombs
Add a verse
Bro I really needed to fucking make this song bro
Lately I just been feeling bad bruh
And not even, like, bad like down
Like not just that bruh but
look like the ghetto (yeah)
Picture me trick, and take a loss
I'm cheap like the Chinese man with duck sauce
This Tony homey, I walk around with a big
Tony Snow, I'm out here livin' by the code
In love with a lifestyle, not no bitch I'm in that mode
I'm lookin at you, you choosin' me my dick head
at the booth, cash in hand
Brooklyn: that's the home field
Bringing back that Attack of the Clones feel
My fam-lay sling rock and roll
No fronts when I'm talkin
getting very used to this
When I wake up in the morning
I thank God for his gift
I been suffering my by lonely
Devil trying to get me kill
I got to get up
on makin’ y’all clique songs, man
Let’s keep this thing going
We can keep throwing
Keepin’ that work in, mash on these
Tricks, yeah, haha, that’s it
It ain’t
to amaze me
So the cheap shot you took at me never even grazed me
My name sparkin like a street king
Cause I mixed, the Hoo-Bang thing with the "Bling Bling"
for cheap so I ain't fronting keys
They stuck beneath
They put they trust in freaks so Ion fuck with Eve
Get up with me you undercover geek
Your daddy
back and tell his Dee Jay
He say she say
These days I say
Mo tricks less treats
Know some people stuck in the PJs
Appropriate cause they all sleep
Yes
boxing in a hall that's three hundred meters long
Six hundred and eighty width
If this is the type of shit you fuck with
Then play the rest of this song
sinkin' in the quicksand
Created by the keeper of time
Cast aside by using ancient tricks
That changes your state of mind
They got you catering
that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress (I try to dress)
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
that you are by my side
So I leave my bed and I try to dress (I try to dress)
Wondering why my mind plays tricks
And fools me into thinking you are
hits
With the guys
Hitting the bong
Smokin that gas
Just singing my song
Strolling down the street
Wearing Louis Vuitton
I'm high as hell
What you want
believe in magic
And my feet in the street is black magic
And my soul in control is black magic
And the life that I live is black magic
desperate
Scraping what's left to get
To have some sense of answers
To who's behind ways that we struggle
All stuck in this bubble
Of tricks and hazards
my bid in bitch & hit these licks real quick
Don't trip you little trick for all that Tricking you doing
I don't have time for all that bullshit
walk reset
Judging by your faults I'd say you're due
Repair your mind and shove it in that's cool
48 feet not lovin that's cool
Think you're out in
walk reset
Judging by your faults I'd say you're due
Repair your mind and shove it in that's cool
48 feet not lovin that's cool
Think you're out in
cheese up/ that was bus fare to get me back across the East/how I met the hustlers that got my back up off the streets/1 for you 2 for me/2 for 5, 1 for
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
back up, back up, back up)
(We live in Brooklyn, baby)
Yo, sometime I sit back, reflect on the place that I live at
Unlike any place I ever been
to the party too (yeah)
Bitch don't even try me, you're looking tough (ha)
I'm on that greasy, I'm on that cheap trick
Got that ACDC up in the speakers
Rock
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