Lyrics:
up like akida, like a biker
Jaded by the like, I'm tryna share my percent
Actavis, drinking on that mango nectar
We don't keep no cups, no, no, no,
I focus my locus thought on my enemies
Sip off the Hennessey it's necessary to finish me
I'm in this social immortal when it comes to the phone book
You tell me that lost as if I’m hopeless
But the tricks to really hope less
Tell me baby how do I cope with this
Don’t tell me it won’t get worse
Can't help but
Falling for the same old trick again
I crawl I walk I trot I run
You always seem to
Pull me back in
I keep telling my friends that
by ya runnin' ya mouth and takin' pills, I can't deal with ya
Bitch you got real issues (real issues) and I'm a real nigga
Deal wit' 'em and I want
her, gonna see the signs
She'll have glitter in her eyes and steel in her spine
Now I think I see her right up ahead and moving down the line
I'm trying
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle,
spirit and complete design
Like I told you when the world was mine
The good times so defined
Fast break past the pill
No tricks in twenty tricks
It was
And the whole world influence by the be in the sea
Now tell the truth rappers you don't bow like me
Cause I'm really from the gang ya'll is industry
And while
trick, pussy clit lickin'
No ass gettin' dick, first roles
Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe
Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat
I'm
you
You think I'm a player cause how I move
I can't help it that I made it making hits up in the stu
Yeah you looking good up in the dress what can
trick or fool you
This all real I ain't playing no games
Tell me girl what you need to make you happy
shopping spree buy you ice
put the diamonds in ya
Slip by I'm just doing what I gotta and I
Get by, dripping sickened by the trauma but I
Get mine, and I'ma do it how I wanna
Said I, I get mine
Trick or treat little bitch
You know that I'm that little witch
Got me cooking in the kitchen
Cauldron bubbling and hissing
Working on a potion
My
flight like a kite
When the wind blows
Creepin in my Timbo's
Most, hoe's know, I'm out to get the loot
Fuck being your boyfriend girl I want to hit
thoughts, and kept a slave to all my wants
I let past affect my present so it's presence never stops
Playing tricks on kids like rabbits, fuel and feed in all
soul
I try to fight anything in my road
But I'm tryna do right by my mother's soul
I feel the devil outside knocking on my door
Promise ima do right by
animals, Judging by they size and they width
Sike wait until November 5th
Yo
I've been so rational
In three years I'm going international
I need to see them
the heavens with my past
Till everlast
Infatuation with death cause that where Im headed
Choke me up Im anxious by my side I got my brethren
Who leaving who in
I'm gettin' sweated by your homey in the blue and white Chevy
But now he's got a condo and a brand new Lexus
Wants me to take a trip with him down
that Money &
By the way, I'm still on beast mode
Living my life in my lane, destination straight to stars
Trick what's the hold up, bring that over
Mix
skrrt on a couple skirts skrrt
My friends posted by the Benz twerk
Working on her ends movin’ weight work
Tricks like a Solei Cirque, I'm gettin’ cash all
Yeah (yeah, in the stash house, nigga)
Yeah
Yeah
Burglar bar door, hardwood floors
Money on the table, I'm in my stash house
Bricks goin' in
count on lyin' to you
You're a saint and I'm a sinner
Are you experienced or a beginner
Your virgin ears, I'll tell them lies
Think you can trust me in
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