Blakenatural - No Licks in February Lyrics

I ain't really tryna hit a lick
Dawg

I'll be in the backseat
Give the whip fog

Olde English
When I used to get pissed off

Now it's water
For the Natural

Cinderblock
Hard headed was a big shot

Most never had
Optimism this long

Feel like Hoss Delgado
To the reaper

Exhale through my nose
Like Shenron

Still got a grape dutch
From the Exxon

Feel like I gotta get my
Stutter step on

Strong erection
Song selection

Wrong impression
No Im not depressed

Tryna earn more
Than a doubter expected
To f*ck up a yearly projection

Look
I ain't really tryna
Bullshit long

On the base
With my dawgs
Like big boss

So when Blake
With committees

On a stage
With itinerary
Thanking the city

You can claim
I'm Committed

Now I make three point gains
A preliminary

Swear my soul

Too old to be kidding

Before I hit a lick
Im ten fold in this bitch

Running all game
Feet swole in this bitch

Before a nigga
Try to hit a lick dawg

Put the tech to ya chest
For the wristwatch

I'll invest all black
And I'll get stock

In imaginary places
My dawgs ain't patient

Hardly flexin
Calm collected
Swear my testicles
As large as Texas

Been in my wave
At a nautical depth
I'm familiar with diving in pressure

Inspired by life
And the victories

I got my fist in air
It's no question

Everybody wana be the gunner-man
Calling me the brother-man
Tryna be a stunna man

Can't be a slave to the government
Caged in the county
For robbing another man

I ain't really tryna hit a lick, quick
Then die
After redemption

Might not wana rich, quick
Might compromise, your friendship

I don't gang bang, no color man
Won't fake it
Maintain my understanding

I'll stretch that check, like rubber-band
With patience
Same thang as a underground king

Before I hit a lick
I'll pay attention to my pen-sion

Never been a simpleton
A February pimp