Lyrics:
Don't really use quarters
Now we swipe cards
Reflex sharper
Than a big glass shard
It ain't that hard
To do something
Where you'll go far
Like you do
stare
Holographic card looking so rare
Blessed up
Sharper than kunai when I'm dressed up
I'm a psychic know we next up
When things get dark just keep your
distractions or the foolery
They won't make a Mule of me
Don't act like you too cool for me
I'm sharper then the cutlery
They won't take me to Calvary
Bring my
a minute motherfucker
White niggas be talkin' hard
Talkin' shit till we pull your card
Take your chain, beat you up
Fuck your bitch, clean you up
My
the back
Ride in the back
Ride in the back
Ridin
I got a dollar in my pocket and about Seven dollars on my card
I got a dollar in my pocket and about Seven
a officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country and also abroad
Plan to go to America when I get a visa card
But gettin' a visa card nowadays isn't
My blade way sharper than the next one
Nowadays I get all my heart from my lessons
No complaints, I lay out my cards cus I'm blessed
When I gotta
I was dealt
Now I've gotta play my cards right
Gotta play my cards right
I ain't the type to gamble though
I know about the fast life
Smashing out
a officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country and also abroad
Plan to go to America when I get a visa card
But gettin' a visa card nowadays isn't
how to die to self and how to let the soul
Get that inner healing, had to learn to let go of myself
I've been learning how to thank the Lord for cards
Well I met her at the party
Red ribbons on her head
And she played me like a card game
You know she almost knocked me dead
I gotta stop
And tell you
count the few who really care
And among the three, count me as one of the ones who is aware
I stay sharper than a razor blade refined a thousand times
think you hold all the cards
But how can you hold them when you're clinging to me
Your skin is so soft
Your hair is so fluffy
How come you never told me
And mutha'fucka it's my time and I'm better
Ho I go so hard
I'm so gone my ID is a post card
I travel like b ball with no calls
I play my role and listen
Out for
business, take a nigga chain like it's his business card
Clips extended, hangin' out the banger, that's extension cords
He's a pussy, he can't do a thing,
taking over the graveyards
You gotta play the ace
Get down on your head
It's been overriding the good cards
Gotta play the ace
Green-eyed
and some Corn Flakes
Rap is a stallion's job, hung out with Italian mobs
I been around the world with pretty girls and they credit cards
Around in
nothin
An ape from the Triple D concrete
Im poundin the pavement
Sunday to Sunday
Standin 5'8 160 soakin
I grabbed more cards instead of foldin
My flow
science
Er'body rappin about diamonds and violence
And A&R's, all they do is charge credit cards
And when the bill comes, they blame it on the rap stars
Now
For starters
I'm a permanent marker
I'm here to stay
I don't got nowhere to go
I'm faded, not like a barber
I'm a little bit sharper than straight
a stallion's job, hung out with Italian mobs
I been around the world with pretty girls and they credit cards
Around in the Source van, got paid when my horse
weight
Don't give a fuck
Like the poor part, we watch Heart To Heart
They used to push me in shuffle cards
Now I'm writing books like Ebinezzer
The dawn is waking, but it's getting darker
The sun is rising, but there's no light at all
My body's freezing, the cold is getting sharper
But fury's
Insert the name of the man who gonna sweep her off her feet
In a heartbeat sharper than shark's teeth
Just 'cause a brother say he love you don't make it
Discuss these card sharper Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In