333Tricky - L.S.D Lyrics

Talk shit back
You wanna get smacked?
I walk all alone so I can't ever lack. Can't see me at night cause I'm wearing all black
With a back pack packed with a pack of narcotics

I took a pill and I feel like I'm rotting
My snot is combined with a line of the molly
I'm feeling myself when I walk in the party
It's not even started I go to the back

Don't take it personal when I'm rehearsing
I curse at the worst when a body's dispersible
Get reimbursed or get put in hertz
Now your family's hurt over your choice of words

I see it as payment
His head in the pavement
I cannot get over his face of REGRET
I had your back
And you Stabbed me in mine and cannot believe that I called you a FRIEND

I never chase it I race it
I remember back sleeping in basements
Tapped first on the base and I'm safe in
They looking at me with amazement

I'm seventeen doing this shit
Created my space that I made out of bricks
I'm making sure no one can ever get in
An introvert doing it don't make no sense

But I still do it I'm following patterns it's into my blood
Tell me what's up
Better back up
You know tricky will cut
In the gut of monster if he getting rough

They tried to make clones with the way that I flow but the fact of the matter is I am my Own

DNA sample
They hate when I ramble
I gamble the game as a smaller example

Of my hidden power
The man of the hours
A coward
And he's on the floor while I'm up in the tower

I will devour the pedals on flowers
Not f*cking with me? then your music taste sour

Stern like I'm Howard
A cake without flower
They bringing my name up they f*ck with me now? Or

Later bitch I'm your father they call me darthvader
Devil will take her

Soul in a minute they like where you been at i'm off doing business they know that I been That

I'm to competitive
Hit you with sedatives sentences

Put you to sleep if you try to keep up
Tried running me over now he got his rims flat

So I came back
Made him turn around he got bitch slapped
This back pack
Got five racks
And the pack pocket holds two straps

Better back up and turn around you gotta life don't lose that
I'm back on my bullshit they asking me how I can do that

Change it up so I don't lose that
Flow and they know they can't do that
Walk in my in shoes give my boots back

You don't deserve all the credit your worth
Took down a few guys I put them in a hertz
Talk down on my homie they'll be more than words
I can tear you apart in a ten second verse

I go after anyone thinking they're better
A couple rhymes that i written on letters
I stop on a dime I been changing the weather
They thought I fell off it I fell like a feather

I'm breaking there skulls in
They think I been murdering often
They looking around for a small twist
Till I'm rising up fron my coffin

They tried to kill me it wasn't so easy
I tore em apart now he fleeing the city
I gotta few homies and they coming with me
We spinning around making everyone dizzy

I got em all lost now
So tell me just what is the cost now?
I don't even gotta check my account
We doing our shows and we selling out
I go for the throat I don't talk now let the flow speak I don't talk loud
And even if it's just a small crowd I'm going and bringing the walls down