Tricks Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Why I'm still thinking god playin' tricks on me
Put me in the dark it's a mystery
Cut a few strings, call the symphony
Can't date another teacher now she is history
Old woo gone ain't no fixin me
Bonded to the music where the chemistry
Target on my back double-crossed me
Grindin for the bag bringin all heat
Get em off me, then my heartbeat
Chasin like I'm training for a track run
Me plus you and it makes one
Married to the game I ain't playing you
Speakin' through the screen on my pedestal
Hope you wanna join the team I ain't tryin make a scene if you ain't it in
Saiyin I'mma take it to the next limit
Roku flames when I'm bendin the flow
Liu Kang range when I kickin in the door
I'm a nerd though
Controlling my dreams, universal
You ain't get that didn't think so
They reading the map when I'm charting the course and I'm all in they head with the force though
Hip hop dead when I hop off the porch wanna carry torch in this marathon
Why I'm still thinking god playin' tricks on me
Put me in the dark it's a mystery
Cut a few strings call the symphony
Can't date another teacher now she is history
Old woo gone ain't no fixin me
Bonded to the music where the chemistry
Target on my back double-crossed me
Grindin for the bag bringin all heat
Eat with the pack better say grace (Grace)
Knowin' imma give it what it takes
I'm with Spongebob there ain't no breaks
Floor it like I'm drivin' in a drag race
RuPaul show out in a drag race
Sprint into a dash go at my pace
Getting money why you look up at MyPay
MyBiz startin in the right way
I ain't trynna be like tom I'm in my space
X gone give to you heard of the cosplay
Almost took to a broad up to broadway
Trynna be with Lin I'm the coach this is my play
Cruise on the beach I'mma just wave
Drop all these bombs finna quick save
Yea I'm rotten to the core what would Mel say
BK gotta have it my way
I'm thinking god be playin' tricks on me
Put me in the dark I can't see far so it's a mystery
Cut up a few strings they steady playin' call the symphony
Can't date another teacher knowin' art make up our history
Old woo dead in the bin ain't no fixin me
Bonded to the music Oppenheimer, where the chemistry
Target on my back when all my friends keep double crossin me
I gotta keep a bag in the oven bringing all heat
Yeah Yeah Yeah