Tricks on Me

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 shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby Flintstone in my ears, pissed 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 shit for my shottas incarcerated Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin Pop stylin' this shit, 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 shit I can't control destroy me It was goin' too deep for you, baby, pardon me I tried to treat that shit 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 shit, 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 shit, like a popstar in this shit, 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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 shit, 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