Lyrics:
be a bag of tricks
Watch your speech, we'll teach you what it really is
Criticize me like i'm on a crucifix (crucifix)
Cruise beside me, who you really
Why'd you do what your ex did to you
Adds up to three, but it's the two-times table
Leading on me and playing someone new
Now she sleeps by my
trash
They've been garbage tryna understand
I take out beats, tricks in my bag
What happened after that?
2020 forced me to mics
With Ikes who dope not
gimmie
I can pay for my nails and my feet
That's cheap (that's cheap)
27 inches on my weave
Twice a week
I need a real balla who
Who plays for keep
And the disciples remembered David's prophetic remarks
That for zeal of God's house the Messiah would have mad heart
Now just who do you think you are?
The Jewish
to get this off my chest
You a bitch if I'm rappin'
And you say you not impressed
Your input does not add money to my check
Who the fuck about to do this
rollin’ with two baddies
They make my problems disappear swear they should do magic
R!CKEY been on a tear just like some cheap fabric
You knew the kid got
thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin eight snub
I hold it down my strip, goin nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low gear
The next week two O's
and she's flying, I feel I'm flying by em
'Cause my mind's on cloud nine and in a mine at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who's
and roll you a spliff, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit
Just like the Vegas strip, blowin' through chips, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich
David Chapelle on his latest
i'll be
The first to admit that we're the 90's
Version of Cheap Trick or the Knack but the
Last to admit that it hasn't been rewarding
At this point I
do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake
To get you through your day
Mathematics and mystics
Cheap tricks, cold statistics
Quantum of physics
A direct hit or near miss
The stone in the pond
I be tryin' so fuckin' hard Not to lose my fuckin' cool
Talkin' to me crazy like, Nigga, who the fuck is you
Miss Handy, Mandy, in my Prada Keep
vegetables before I can wok them
I´m taking the prize like it´s a lottery
The money disappears like I´m David Copperfield
Use the money to by wrist watches
HOOK:
Move to the top, Boy, Walkin' By The Spirit
Cannot be no flop boy, preach through that lyric
We gon show em Milly Rock Boy, YOu gon' have
crucified mutual suicide.
Who am I? Loco with vocals, goin' coast to coast.
Heaven'll move me, right, for sure.
Deception whether my brethren, but sunny
on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
[Trick Daddy]
My shit is platinum
These assholes wearin' white gold
See, I'm too smart for this 'cause
David Hinds
CHORUS
In the belly of the beast in dis ya struggle
Dem chopping down OUR role models
In the belly of the beast in dis ya struggle
Dem
tell them keep close
Cause honestly these just some cheap clothes And I don't need no receipts though
Said we in the east coast, yeah
And all the homies
Carbon and pre David-Goliath live Paleolithic bias who walks on all fours draggin' the cadaver of King Midas
Now this tort dwarf war hammer Elvan bow
Pause in ya steps I'm not the same
They addicted to me like candy cane
No street tricks no David Blaine
What else can I tell them they ain't listening
fuckin fifty deep
But they be fuckin cowards when they by theyselves
You know who I'm talkin about
(You know who I'm talkin about) that's right
You ain't
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
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