Tricks by Jesse Price Lyrics
I said I'm j chilling
Under the same ceiling
An artist who shared his secrets
But Neva could make millions
According to what they telling me
I'm improving
The melody
Either I'm gonna make it
Or die in prison with felonies
I spit
Until there's nothing that's left
I never sleep
Cuz sleep is the cousin of death
And when I
Stop and think about it
I would rather sink and drown
Than neva spit a bar again
I love it
Put a ring around it
100 thousand hours
Practice till you master it
If that's legit
Then tell me how the fuck
I haven't captured it
I'm back again
And I'm bitching just like I always do
They told me I was never gonna make it
And I wanted proof
Stand corrected
Im hungry
And
Anerexic
I made a couple of homes
So fuck it I'll count my blessings
And uh
Don't forget
I adventured where
Noone did
And especially in the dark
Where there's demons
And Noone lives
And I'm back
I been busy pushing limits
On the sound
While you always talking bitches
Sitting on the couch
I don't wanna be a rapper
It's just slipping off the mouth
Face is shining
Cuz the gold and diamonds
Dripping off the crown
I'm a moth to the mic
I'm the frost to the bite
All I need is budweiser and a log to ignite
And If you don't wanna know what I'm doing
Then don't ask
This is talladega nights
Bitch I wanna go fast
I'm talking
Speed racer
Yo what is an eraser
I made a couple mistakes
I'm like fuck it I'll bleed later
For now I'm planning revenge
Sound it out in ya head
I refuse to leave the planet
Without a mountain of bread
With a flag on the top saying
Sounds about fair
I'll be screaming at you bitches how's the weather down there
But for now
Imma trust in the grind
And the tempo
Fuck another Bitch
I need a fine instrumental
So clever
Then how are you no better
You talking just like you got it
But showing me no treasure
So fuck it
Imma do it exactly the way I wanna do it
I don't need a friend or a fan just to keep a promise to the soul
And the mind
Wasn't chose and I cried
But I'm still up in this Bitch
And you frozen in time
Stay down fa my day comes
Wild till my day comes
Wow I'm surrounded in clouds
From the haze blunts
I guess the moral of the story
Is I can't stop
Twitter famous
80 bitches in the backdrop
Picked a path
Imma stick to that
Till I trip and fall
Health department bitching
Cuz I'm coming out the kitchen raw
Checked the clock
And it told me that it's morphin time
More inside I'm trying to find it
But fuck it's fortified
You mortified
At the thought of trying to think about it
That's too fucking hard
Repeat lyrics so I can sing aloud
And party
I said silly bitches trix are for kids
And I'm stomping on you bitches
Like a stick or a twig
And I tried to walk away
But I'm addicted to this
So imma have to execute em
Like a flip of the switch
Under the same ceiling
An artist who shared his secrets
But Neva could make millions
According to what they telling me
I'm improving
The melody
Either I'm gonna make it
Or die in prison with felonies
I spit
Until there's nothing that's left
I never sleep
Cuz sleep is the cousin of death
And when I
Stop and think about it
I would rather sink and drown
Than neva spit a bar again
I love it
Put a ring around it
100 thousand hours
Practice till you master it
If that's legit
Then tell me how the fuck
I haven't captured it
I'm back again
And I'm bitching just like I always do
They told me I was never gonna make it
And I wanted proof
Stand corrected
Im hungry
And
Anerexic
I made a couple of homes
So fuck it I'll count my blessings
And uh
Don't forget
I adventured where
Noone did
And especially in the dark
Where there's demons
And Noone lives
And I'm back
I been busy pushing limits
On the sound
While you always talking bitches
Sitting on the couch
I don't wanna be a rapper
It's just slipping off the mouth
Face is shining
Cuz the gold and diamonds
Dripping off the crown
I'm a moth to the mic
I'm the frost to the bite
All I need is budweiser and a log to ignite
And If you don't wanna know what I'm doing
Then don't ask
This is talladega nights
Bitch I wanna go fast
I'm talking
Speed racer
Yo what is an eraser
I made a couple mistakes
I'm like fuck it I'll bleed later
For now I'm planning revenge
Sound it out in ya head
I refuse to leave the planet
Without a mountain of bread
With a flag on the top saying
Sounds about fair
I'll be screaming at you bitches how's the weather down there
But for now
Imma trust in the grind
And the tempo
Fuck another Bitch
I need a fine instrumental
So clever
Then how are you no better
You talking just like you got it
But showing me no treasure
So fuck it
Imma do it exactly the way I wanna do it
I don't need a friend or a fan just to keep a promise to the soul
And the mind
Wasn't chose and I cried
But I'm still up in this Bitch
And you frozen in time
Stay down fa my day comes
Wild till my day comes
Wow I'm surrounded in clouds
From the haze blunts
I guess the moral of the story
Is I can't stop
Twitter famous
80 bitches in the backdrop
Picked a path
Imma stick to that
Till I trip and fall
Health department bitching
Cuz I'm coming out the kitchen raw
Checked the clock
And it told me that it's morphin time
More inside I'm trying to find it
But fuck it's fortified
You mortified
At the thought of trying to think about it
That's too fucking hard
Repeat lyrics so I can sing aloud
And party
I said silly bitches trix are for kids
And I'm stomping on you bitches
Like a stick or a twig
And I tried to walk away
But I'm addicted to this
So imma have to execute em
Like a flip of the switch