Tricks On Me

Future

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    Yeah
    Just got a call from my mom
    Tellin' me what the lawyer was sayin'
    About the lawsuit
    I thought they had had that down, yeah

    Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby
    Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby
    This song just mutilated, everything decapitated
    Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related
    Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang related
    Pop stylin' this shit for my shottas incarcerated
    Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay acquainted
    Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance one?
    How she gon' take my love and give it away like it ain't nothin' to her?
    How you gon' judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me?
    Hawaiian surfin' on the thick one to the PJ
    I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ
    Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out
    I can't take it, I can't take it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out
    I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house
    I see you bein' greedy and I gotta work my ass off
    I chief on gas house, until I pass out
    Rollin' in a Phantom, came with an umbrella
    Survive the trenches, it's on me the day I walk through it
    Hurricane Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (icy)
    I was lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me
    It was goin' too deep for you, baby, pardon me
    I tried to treat that shit just like a party
    I'ma feel weak if I tell you sorry

    Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary
    Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist
    I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist
    I could've be starvin', I'm fortunate

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    Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
    Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me
    Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
    Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me
    Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
    Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
    ​IPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary
    Grapes and strawberries, nothing's contemporary

    Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah
    Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder
    Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder
    The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but shottas
    Had to look the other way, could be the other way
    Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day
    I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day
    (Let's go, let's go)

    I was lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me
    Everything's too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me
    I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist (super)
    I could've be starvin', I'm fortunate

    Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt)
    Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (maybe my mind)
    Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me?
    Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me
    (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know)
    Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ
    Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby
    ​IPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary
    Grapes and strawberries, nothing's contemporary

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    Composition: Nayvadius Wilburn and Nineteen85

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