Pricey (feat. Young Dro & Gucci Mane)

Reach for my dog 'fore his shit get dicey

Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy

Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit—

Uh, climbed up out the trenches as a shorty with intentions

To switch my whip as much as Rick and Morty switch dimensions

Never really known for dressin' gaudy, bitch, 'cause listen

Where I'm from, the bullets feed the ones that's starving for attention

She say, "He hella smart, I woulda swore he went to Princeton"

Not quite, but it's the school of life that taught me death prevention

That's why I barely panic when the hammers, they be blammin'

No mechanics, but they snuck inside the party with the wrenches

I think fast 'cause **** that be tardy get detention

Your soul lookin' down over your body in suspension

The critics, they be on me, but they all be disingenuous

Bitch, I came up 'round addiction, seen like forty interventions

Your shit ain't addin' up, know you a phony, checked your image

Rappin' tough, but all them **** in your audience is bitches

And white boys mostly, **** know a verse from Cole

Be like a signed Michael Jordan rookie card in mint condition

The farthest thing from hard, but shit, be honest with me, listen

You know if I want it, I'd be John Gotti with the henchmen

Right? I mean, it's simple math, a bit of cash can get a **** bagged

But that don't make you big and bad, just mean you rich and mad

****, your pillow soft, so kill the boss talk

Me to you's a cyanide pill to a lil' cough drop

This the 'Ville, filled of hard knocks, they sellin' hard rock

More plugs than these **** use to fill a bald spot

And kill 'em all and fill a morgue up

I got bars forever, ****, never will a call drop

No hammer like a mall cop

Still the hardest **** on the planet Earth from January first until the ball drop

Yeah, he climbed out the great 'Ville, that's gangster

He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster

Then came back and gave back, that's gangster

Same chick from way back, he's gangster

Reach for my dog 'fore his shit get dicey

Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy

Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try—

Uh, just hit the paper and roll you a spliff, I'm lit, bitch, I'm lit

Just like the Vegas strip, blowin' through chips, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich

David Chappelle on his latest Netflix, go 'head, try to cancel my shit

I'll still be on stage with my hand on my dick, seventeen thousand all jammin' my hits

These are ridiculous times, lately, my biggest addiction been lookin' online

Where somebody's always offended, I'm sick of this cryin'

**** is dyin', victims of time, self-inflicted, we sick in the mind

What's with the gossip?

If you really handled your business, then you wouldn't have so much interest in mines

Breakin' news, I've officially entered my prime

Which is real interesting, this is the point where a rapper would typically start to decline

Somehow I climb, right when you thought I was fine, we're runnin' a little behind

Nipsey was tryin' to tell you that this is a marathon, only listen to Minister Farrakhan

Oh my God, it just hit me, it's terrifyin', I'm a star like the shit on the sheriff sign

If time was really money, I could purchase like two thousand bricks with my spare time

All praises due to my God, dark days is too far behind

I part ways with the struggle, my hustle gon' always keep the squad paid

All labor, no off days 'cause the money don't sleep

And due to the focus, I couldn't even go broke if I spend like five hundred a week

And talk is cheap, I got a short receipt, can tell by your heart, you weak

One thing 'bout this money, it's easy to get it, but trust me, my ****, it's hard to keep

Yeah, he climbed out the great 'Ville, that's gangster

He missed meals to make mills, that's gangster

Then came back and gave back, that's gangster

Same chick from way back, he's gangster

Reach for my dog 'fore his shit get dicey

Shinin' now, you never seen a clique get icy

Watchin' my step, tryna look just like me

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try, but this shit get pricey

****, you can try—

The trials and tribulations of creation

It's a quiet theme of those in dire need of elevation

One minute, infatuation

Next minute, hatin' every statement you makin'

Constant contemplation

Yearnin' for hooks uncanny, search every nook and cranny for inspiration

Step outside for better ventilation

Smoke somethin', hope somethin' comes from the stimulation

Through it all, stay patient

Get in tune with God

For when lightnin' strikes, it's He who decides

We from a crueler side where the youth get euthanized

Small fries get suicide for movin' pies

All our blind eyes get turned from suit and ties

The truth, it lies somewhere in the middle

Of half-ass rappers and cap-ass crackers on Capitol Hill

Ain't no protection for hearts that get spilled

When sharin' with this world with art can get killed

Use your discretion

To believe or not to believe? That is the question

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