Ricardo Spliff Lyrics

I try to hide my frustration, I really need a vacation

I'm caught between people that hate me and the money persuasion

Guess it's one of those sayings, whether they loving or hating

I think in black and white sometimes

Somebody hand me some crayons

And my friends, they assailants, took my soul through a seance

They took my clout and old my money and just told me to lay off

Hope this music does pay off, show everyone what I'm made of

I thought I told all of you niggas on my property stay off

I just needed some patience, some people I could relate with

I tried to talk with my dogs, shit did not get resolved

Sometimes I think that people care but they just don't care at all

I guess it must be my fault, that's why I tumble and fall

But I got one for us all, just come and give me a call

I swear I won't try and stall, in fact I won't try at all

I come up short and miss my mark, but I still try and stand tall

I guess it must be my fault, I guess it must be my fault

Let's get it

Skating so fast, skating so fast

Sometimes I need to lay off the grass

Focus on my shit and this and that

Grades and class, I paid and passed

Passing on the blunt, addiction and all it's done

By taking our loved ones, they blaming it on the guns

But naturally just wait and see, I'll grab the fucking glock

And after the bodies drop, and that's when I'll call the cops

I learned it all from my pops

He taught me to stand up for what I believe in

And what I believe in is of wolf and man

By taking the fallen lamb, harvesting from the land

Partaking in who I am, and holding my own hands

That's what makes a real man

Pull myself up by the bootstraps, still the motherfucker with the food stamps

Get your cap peeled back, I'll get your family dressed in all black

Still don't give a fuck about nothing

You fuckers think that you're stunting

I run with gats that I'm bussing

I'm thinking back to the days, yeah back to Duchesne

I'm hustling gas that I'm puffing

My head is gone to the nebulas, severed off at the diencephalon

You can't attest to the level I am on

Upper echelon, I am the megalodon mixed with Megatron

Diamond that's in the rough, they dying to see me stuck

Am I lying or am I wrong

Running all frantic cause they land in my scope

Feel like I run it no matter the coast

I'm overboard cause I'm rocking the boat

Yeah I'm a tough mother like dura mater

They all want carne asada, I'm 'A1' there's a lot at stake

Stress on my plate, I won't see the bottom

I'm like Fat Joe cause I'm all the way up

Well you whack though, and that's facts though

Well you all the way suck

Get your arteries cut, yeah I'm that dog, you a mutt

All these boujee ass rappers yapping at me in my Carnegie tux

Ring the alarm, producer arsonist

Turn these rappers to carcasses, I'm G-O-A-T

You can't argue it, is bipartisan

I've been killing shit since back in the start of it

It's the turned rapper from pharmacist

Undecided's the mafia, Ricardo Spliff

Undecided be the mafia

Never satisfied it ain't enough

We make it blast like the gats that we tuck

I spit game trying to stay alive

With the pistol grip, gripping on the steel

With the bass in the back of the truck

What are dreams

Is this reality or a fallacy