Lyrics:
I'm type of dude to block you and honestly cop the plea
That we were not even an item you idolize every step
That I ever took in life and you jealous
three
Tryna grow outcome on barren lands way out in the wild wild west
Of a wishing well
Welcome to the deep side where the real devils win
We’ve been
with punches landing heavy on the scorecards
Born in West Virginia dawg I'm on my Randy Moss
this my white chocolate that's a double cross
played
shot but they missed
Dodgin em had his shoes tight
It's hard to resist temptation turn yo screws right
And if you blind by a trick I pray you always find
And every soul is out there looking to prey
On what's left they must feed to survive
It's human nature to incept the right trick in our minds
So we find it
like a vinyl
Scoring goals in the mud I came up dirty but I like it
In the gym doing reps carrying the word im a disciple
Of the Messiah's Torah Ahayah
global fucking domination in this rap shit
Word is Bon Jovi
Yo, whattup, yo.. you know how me and Ruck go
Worldwide Boot Camp with smoke by
The sky is sunny side up year round
Hella palm trees growing out the ground
Mountains stacked for miles and miles
Living life in the domesticated
Swimsuits with green bags
I'm on the corner with my butt up, sellin you product
Women puttin theyself in positions to get cut up
Hook:
Up out'cha guts,
I'm in this game, ima move through like chess
With some jewels on my neck, gotta fool college kids, got no time for no trick
(No time for no trix)
Pablo
or bled if they was fucking witchya
If you live and die by lead, one day they gone getch'ya
I pull tricks don't do no tricking
H2O gon clear my system
Don't
Unable to put the pen down
Absorbed by my thoughts, my inner self zenned out
You could feel the presence in the room, hear a pin drop
Everything I
Could’ve been way more offended
Man they snakin’ Man I ain’t pay attention
Yea, yea
I heard all the voices fly by in the wind
Man a nigga like me
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
Ain't nothin' goin' on but the money and power
Got one in the chamber fo you weak ass cowards
And I'm tired
you can remember who I am
I'm that young man you thought you had in the palm of your hand
Or wrapped around your little finger
The only fingering you'll
[Chorus: x 2]
The things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
It's the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding
For the East to the West Coast
Nigga get, no problem, Barry
You no cemetery, home
Is the pipe bomb dropped off in the woods
A man to come home,
are thug niggas raised in hell
I'm bailin' through the set wit a 40, smokin' a cigarette
Blastin' my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvellettes
quit it
I've been in the cut making decisions
A magician
With precision
Only spittin the way that we livin
Non fiction, Pen addiction
Same time that I'm
Sorry
But you knew what you was getting in to
Sorry
I'm surrounded by many women that's beautiful
Sorry
Damn baby, I'm only human, what I'm 'uppose
other tricks that ride
Help me when I'm horny
Even hold my gun for me
She adore me
This everyday bitch after bitch
City after city
And I still treat em
game
So I'm blunt when I speak
Save the tricks for kids
I don't really like sweets
She intrigued by who I am
Cause I'm different
So unique
If you always
about the fees
Wen I bought my pendant
All my wants is my needs
Nigga imma spend it
Wanna live by palm trees
And all my cars tinted
Every since a nigga
family straight so when I'm gone
They gone be strong
I'm a black man in America I hold my own
His story, my story, yo story
We can pour'em all up together
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