Lyrics:
Smoking loud packs by the ounce
Never lost
Never found
Living in my own realm
What's up montreal?
I got Lucy
I got room
Too mush space up in this doom
another trick sucka dropped
A quarter after twelve, I'm still cruising down them back streets
On my job a dead body already lies on the passenger seat
the youtube money
Rap-
Greeting me everywhere
Hoppin on me aint rare
Coz im sweet even in the streets
Coz i got the flair and the nike footwear
Im elite so
the house and get nasty
I spit the real game i rode her in my caddy
When she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you
A player
trick shit
That PA sticker ain't for the licking
Take my dignity cos I'm lyrically explicit
Do I lie in my lyrics aside from gimmicks?
Well I'm too woke
Living in a dream that I can't wake up
Living in a dream that I can't wake up
Every second flying by I notice I'm no longer the one
But it aint no trick
It
You on solid ground I’m on solid air
Catch my flying by myself call it solitaire
With my girl too To give the world to
It’s in the palm of my hand
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
Chillin with my gang in Montreal
You know my dawgs they keep it all real
Pull up with my sticks & end you all
Out here you know we really do ball
won't let go.
I know a trick-ass nigga might think it's scary:
Will it come back on 'I'm if he gets married.
I don't give a fuck about bitches in
tapped, I swear that I'm dialed in
First, I was a rat, so where's the proof of the trial then?
Where's the paperwork or the cabinet it's filed in?
1090
Then at Petit Portugal
she was smoking a joint
on her way to a protest
she was making a point
and that point is Montreal
aint like no other place
Good, But I'm Obsessed With The Beat
I Love It When Voyce Sings And The Chorus Is Good,
There's A Couple Things In The Song That I Suggest You Repeat"
Off
I'm having so much fun
Cell number one has something for everyone
Meanwhile in Boston the kids were queuing
Back in Montreal we were just stewing.
In
hit my phone if you ain't talking bout some wheat
When I'm in my house shoes the only time I see the feet
Playing by my own rules so I don't never have
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
the bomb lit
Glass and metal in every direction
Anybody tryna stop us taught
A very hard lesson
I'm the reason there's no time
To reach for that weapon
a tiger by its toe
Here we go
I see a nemesis foe
I'm just like it me a mario
Here we go
Halloween night
Trick or treat all night
Halloween night
Were
by
I go on, no respond, need some time alone to clear my mind
No device for my sight
Now myself is what I find in a zone I recognize
I'm far away
Still
sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger
suit and tie, so I'm just proving why
I'm up to my old tricks, that are loved by your own kids
I'm going to use this time to review my life
Listen in
and stay by my side (stay close)
And I'll take care of everything
Cuz nigga like to trick like Halloween (Trick or Treat)
Austin powers
I got powers (yeah)
diamonds in the light
And we're standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive
It's the way I'm feeling I just can't
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