TRICKS

Yeah, tricks ain't for kids they for winners
Little bitch can't get a dime out me
But if she a queen I'll get it I'm taking diligent
She bout her business I'm rocking, she rolling
She tucking the pistol
She take the charges but I aint that nigga
I look the judge in the face like I did it

Stand up guy own up to my own shit
Don't owe nobody I'm tucked in my fortress
They talking horseshit too much cap on it
I shitted on em for fronting that's crap on it
We rolling dice with your life and that's craps only
Don't try to gamble with me I'm the house homie
I'm not no house nigga head of the house
Getting becky from Karens all over the house nigga
My life matter the stick like a paddle
I move with it daily whoever get at me
Message from Sarah
It's up in my backseat
I put the drac in the trunk and get active
I'm so Orange I'm so east Atlanta
I'm so Roebling I turned them to rappers
I had the blueprint I built on it faster
They trying keep up and I'm lapping past them, yeah

Yeah, tricks ain't for kids they for winners
Little bitch can't get a dime out me
But if she a queen I'll get it I'm taking diligent
She bout her business I'm rocking, she rolling
She tucking the pistol
She take the charges but I aint that nigga
I look the judge in the face like I did it



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Dale
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