Tricks on Me
[Intro]
Yeah
Just got a call from my mom
Tellin’ me what the lawyer was sayin’
About the lawsuit
I thought they had had that down, yeah
[Verse 1]
Big money sh*t, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
Flintstone in my ears, p**sed on my wrist, baby
This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
Ain’t no sellin’ out, no tradin’, so you gotta be gang related
Pop stylin’ this sh*t for my shottas incarcerated
Rockstar this sh*t, a street star, I stay in Quentin
Pop stylin’ this sh*t, how you get the high maintenance one?
How she gon’ take my love and give it away like it ain’t nothin’ to her?
How you gon’ judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
Hawaiian surfin’ on the thick one to the PJ
I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can’t let ’em out
I can’t take it, I can’t take it no more, I’m ’bout to spaz out
I’m good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
I see you bein’ greedy and I gotta work my ass off
I chief on gas house, until I pass out
Rollin’ in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
Survive the trenches, it’s on me the day I walk through it
Here done came Pluto, I’ma drip all through it (Icy)
I was lettin’ the sh*t I can’t control destroy me
It was goin’ too deep for you, baby, pardon me
I tried to treat that sh*t just like a party
I’ma feel weak if I tell you sorry
[Pre-Chorus]
Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate
[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me
Big boss sh*t, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary
[Verse 2]
Rockstar in this sh*t, like a popstar in this sh*t, yeah
Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin’ harder
Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
The streets of the ATL don’t respect nothin’ but shottas
Had to look the other way, could be the other way
Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
(Let’s go, let’s go)
[Pre-Chorus]
I was lettin’ the sh*t I can’t control destroy me
Everything’s too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
I’m Future Hendrix but I’m not a guitarist (Super)
I could’ve be starvin’, I’m fortunate
[Chorus]
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (I’m so f**kin’ hurt)
Maybe my mind playin’ tricks on me (Maybe my mind)
Could it be my ex playin’ tricks on me?
Someone that’s jealous playin’ tricks on me (Someone that’s jealous, I know, I know)
Big boss sh*t, baby, I just bought a new PJ
Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
iPad high maintenance, everything’s unordinary
Grapes and strawberries, nothing’s got temporary
