Had to scheme by Ty Farris Lyrics
[Verse 1: Ty Farris]
Let's get it, uh
They didn't give me respect, I had to steal it like Scott Pippen
Since snotdrippin' I was rock-pitchin'
The plot's vengeance, pop biscuits and hop fences
Block pillaged before I ever dropped a hot lyric
You could feel it in your soul, my life is bold
Bowl of cereal with water in it
Street offered us offerings sprinkles of harsh realities with Marcus Garvey spirit
Your ex-class makes garbage pickin'
Out the garland with a heartless vision
Lawless livin', street fired
On the road to riches with cheap tires
Since DAWs I'm spittin'
Life's a chess and the pawns is vicious
Preyin' on kings and queens, cut you clean just like the barber did it
Every bar exquisite
Got a barbie with her tongue out like a starvin' lizard
Lunch with my lawer, a brown bag of money and poof the charge was lifted
You can tell that the god is gifted, nigga
[Chorus: Ty Farris]
Something went wrong as a child
I'm not proud to admit, I was different
Served the sentence in the trenches
I was vicious, but the difference was I had a dream
No other options, I had to scheme
[Interlude]
Whatever happens, man, we gon' end up rich
Or dead, man
[Verse 2: Ty Farris]
I'm from where we prey on the gullible
Life never comfortable like the Huxtables
More like 2Pac '96 "Troublesome"
My wood was colorful
Air Force Ones bottom was bubblegum
East 6 Mile is where I'm coming from
Dark days for light money, they spark K's
Russian plug, gun smuggled through the Barclays
Extortion blocks, sold rocks at corporate spots
Chip workin' that champs scanning socks over the Jordan box
Report to cops your chest get hit with some tortoise tops
I'm lowkey watching Foreman boxin' in my Florida spot
Inside the floor money older than me
My first fee it about to be like a quarter a ki
Bouncin' thoughts of the wall in my basement wishin' for better days
Grandma prayed and I was breakin' into reverend's Range
Since eleventh grade in the back of my uncle's Escalade
Visions of stretchin' 'caine, I'm a diamond tester, check your chain
[Chorus: Ty Farris]
Something went wrong as a child
I'm not proud to admit, I was different (I was different)
Served the sentence in the trenches
I was vicious, but the difference was I had a dream
No other options, I had to scheme
[Verse 3: Flee Lord]
Yeah, you listen to this song when you fixin' the powder
Your kids went to sleep and your chick in the shower (Hurry up)
It's gon' dry, Lord, just give it an hour
When you hold back shit it give strenght to a coward (Fucker)
Rap flow heaven-sent, hat low, never bent
Sellin' strip, savage but my actions so intelligent (Salute)
Respects in the courtroom, texts in the [?]
Raw goon, finna get some checks from a tour soon
Movin' off that blue diesel, shooter, but I sue people
Niggas got that baby hate, bro, I call the new eagle
I'm a criminal who use syllables
Just got so high that the whole ceilin' move
I'll book you and I'll plug the nigga that you dealin' through
Shaquille O'Neal couldn't fill my shoes (Nope)
Yeah, you scheme on the gang (Uh huh) and that thing gon' bang (Boom)
I just fucked the beat over, left the cream on the gang
(Skrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt)
[Outro: Ty Farris]
No other options, I had to scheme
Let's get it, uh
They didn't give me respect, I had to steal it like Scott Pippen
Since snotdrippin' I was rock-pitchin'
The plot's vengeance, pop biscuits and hop fences
Block pillaged before I ever dropped a hot lyric
You could feel it in your soul, my life is bold
Bowl of cereal with water in it
Street offered us offerings sprinkles of harsh realities with Marcus Garvey spirit
Your ex-class makes garbage pickin'
Out the garland with a heartless vision
Lawless livin', street fired
On the road to riches with cheap tires
Since DAWs I'm spittin'
Life's a chess and the pawns is vicious
Preyin' on kings and queens, cut you clean just like the barber did it
Every bar exquisite
Got a barbie with her tongue out like a starvin' lizard
Lunch with my lawer, a brown bag of money and poof the charge was lifted
You can tell that the god is gifted, nigga
[Chorus: Ty Farris]
Something went wrong as a child
I'm not proud to admit, I was different
Served the sentence in the trenches
I was vicious, but the difference was I had a dream
No other options, I had to scheme
[Interlude]
Whatever happens, man, we gon' end up rich
Or dead, man
[Verse 2: Ty Farris]
I'm from where we prey on the gullible
Life never comfortable like the Huxtables
More like 2Pac '96 "Troublesome"
My wood was colorful
Air Force Ones bottom was bubblegum
East 6 Mile is where I'm coming from
Dark days for light money, they spark K's
Russian plug, gun smuggled through the Barclays
Extortion blocks, sold rocks at corporate spots
Chip workin' that champs scanning socks over the Jordan box
Report to cops your chest get hit with some tortoise tops
I'm lowkey watching Foreman boxin' in my Florida spot
Inside the floor money older than me
My first fee it about to be like a quarter a ki
Bouncin' thoughts of the wall in my basement wishin' for better days
Grandma prayed and I was breakin' into reverend's Range
Since eleventh grade in the back of my uncle's Escalade
Visions of stretchin' 'caine, I'm a diamond tester, check your chain
[Chorus: Ty Farris]
Something went wrong as a child
I'm not proud to admit, I was different (I was different)
Served the sentence in the trenches
I was vicious, but the difference was I had a dream
No other options, I had to scheme
[Verse 3: Flee Lord]
Yeah, you listen to this song when you fixin' the powder
Your kids went to sleep and your chick in the shower (Hurry up)
It's gon' dry, Lord, just give it an hour
When you hold back shit it give strenght to a coward (Fucker)
Rap flow heaven-sent, hat low, never bent
Sellin' strip, savage but my actions so intelligent (Salute)
Respects in the courtroom, texts in the [?]
Raw goon, finna get some checks from a tour soon
Movin' off that blue diesel, shooter, but I sue people
Niggas got that baby hate, bro, I call the new eagle
I'm a criminal who use syllables
Just got so high that the whole ceilin' move
I'll book you and I'll plug the nigga that you dealin' through
Shaquille O'Neal couldn't fill my shoes (Nope)
Yeah, you scheme on the gang (Uh huh) and that thing gon' bang (Boom)
I just fucked the beat over, left the cream on the gang
(Skrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt)
[Outro: Ty Farris]
No other options, I had to scheme