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

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 acquainted

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

Hurricane 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

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

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 contemporary

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)

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

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 contemporary