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couldn't fit in this glove
No love for trick daddy but he'll tell you that I'ma thug
A thoroughbred man I throw my bread across the sky
And spread the wealth

God's plan got me feeling like Drake
I'm the best of the best but niggas still gon hate
Daddy taught me da tricks just feed da rats to da snakes
And look

Your cornerstone tricks got you in a hot mess
Steady ducking some kids that'll blast you on sight
Lose your life over ice and a unpaid price
Generosity

These niggas gone hate that's fine to me
When a bitch wanna leave that's fine by me
But zo know a trick make the bitch go crazy
I been telling myself

Walk With Me

B-Legit

Southwest Riders

1997

up and
Bitches I used to fuck in 96
Is now turnin tricks for hits 'cause they addicted to glass dicks

Suckin niggas off for the green

brothers we lit, we all single but we all got a bitch
Remember squeezing in a truck now we all got a whip
You ever play with me it's up and I ain't stopping

split you down in two

I don't link nor do I click
Links so high they call them cliques
No risk got sticks in the mix
If trust gets followed by tricks
Oh

wars on foreign shores
That's what people are talking about

Some have a little and some have not
I'm getting by with what I've got
The rich getting

by, ain't enough darkness in these skies to take my sunshine
Truth be told they don't give a Fuck About our black lives
We statistics and politicians

Ain't unique to South London tie-ins 
Courted by the niche of childhood
A relative short part of my life
But when progress is idle
Think back to relatives

Daddys back in town
Knock you down till you face
Ride with a ride with a coupe
Hot and so sour like a soup 
You can start feud in a group 
People say is

a whirl, in my buggy
Thats a jetta, specific
Address me with honorifics no
My name is not limp dick
It's thick dick daddy
And all these other girls is my

you bound to get bite
Spend my summer in the studio
I gots to be lit
Jay finesse my fatty I am a maddy
Krabby patty who is your daddy
Mr krabby dont

what you seek
You gone damn girl you's a freak cause what I do is so unique
And there's no limit to the extacy you feel in this chick
I know you liking

Another late night, lost in my thoughts I'm faded
It's hard trying to solve all my problems I can't so back to the wood I was facing
I ain't trying

or did you not block it out when little Narrator Jr.
Mutilated a defenseless lamb by cutting its leg off in a farmhouse in 2004?
He even threw the leg in

Picking a wrong side at this time is a silly mistake
It's getting bloody, I am past my civilian days

And this for all you cats dragging “best in rap”
I

rack-it out like Naomi
This that Osaka flow
Cause I would rather see y'all live and heed my antidote
Then see you layin' in a casket in y'all daddy clothes

Sometimes you does feel tired, I know that you had enough
(Real talk)
To all the prayers I pray
I hope I don't let my faith fade away
Take it day by day

trying to play it cool
Trick Daddy said it's a thug holiday (well, well, well, well)
Plus it's better to give than to receive
That's something that you

just leave it alone
At my crib I just be in my zone
Lost my daddy, I'm still staying strong
There's a whole lot of ghosts on my phone
I don't need no one

equipped with lovely builds
Spotted out in public, stop and pop a shot like Buddy Hield
Baddies scoot in snazzy coupes 
Gladly smooch if daddy scoops
Won't

Look my sisters eye see the blood in her eye
I can never lie, that girl my bloody look alike
Popsy die, my brodie die, my auntie also die (why)

a nigga try me
You know that I be Randy Moss'in
Show you what a boss is, rick style
Give it to you long, dick style
Calling me daddy, trick style
In every