Brice Haiden - Tricks (Freestyle) Lyrics

Yeah
Sick of feeling like I'm being watched
Got my eyes focused on the clock
Hate on me and getcha shit rocked
I be smoking on that strong like The Rock
I be coming off the top, bad bitches giving top
It's nothing new, hundreds on me and they all blues
Stacks piled through the motherf*cking roof
Ask my mama, I been saying f*ck school
F*ck 12, f*ck rules and f*ck you
Where were you? Sleeping on me?
Ain't it true
Told you I would make it
Now you looking like a fool
Coming back around, acting like you been down
Acting like I'm not about it, acting like I never knew
Bigger than my body, not about to play a part
Better get up out my face, 'fore I tear yo ass apart
Throwing up a prayer like you're aiming in the dark
Like Machine Gun Kelly, you were done before the start
Facts
I bet a million dollars I'ma make it, watch and learn
My respect is never just given, it's only earned
Got the passion deep within me, call me Usher, Let It Burn
Shut your f*cking mouth boy and wait your f*cking turn
I'm reinvented, gotta get it, I can't wait another minute
You know that I run this shit Presidential, I'm not no senate
Diamonds in my necklace got me looking hella photogenic
She said that she want me now, I told her she can wait a minute
Psychopathic, sociopathic and maybe schizophrenic
Smokin' so much ganja I think that I belong up in Venice
I don't do no back and forth, I don't play tennis
If I'm hopping off the porch, it means I'm doing business
Wait a second, hold up, did I just hear you right?
Talking all that talk, like you gone really take a life?
You a joke, not about it
I would bet my own life
Sippin' straight lean, like my motto "F*ck Sprite"
Yeah, I done made a promise to my mama
I'ma make it
Sick and tired of these wannabes
It's clear to me who fakin'
My Ambition and my tunnel vision
Got me bringing home the bacon
Chew you up and spit you out
You might as well be Copenhagen
Tricks are for kids, it's time to grow up
(Bitch)
You do a show, and no one show up
(Bitch)
Rags to riches, I had a glo-up
(Oooo)
Now when we pull up it's like they already know us
(God damn)
Tricks are for kids, it's time to grow up
(Bitch)
You do a show, and no one show up
(Bitch)
Rags to riches, I had a glo-up
(Oooo)
Now when we pull up it's like they already know us
(God damn)
(Came up)
Yeah they said I wouldn't get it, but I got it
(Straight up)
Told these f*ckers I was really all about it
(Flames up)
For these demons I'm facing, I'm held accounted
(Ain't tough)
'Til you learn there ain't no other way around it
(Came up)
Yeah they said I wouldn't get it, but I got it
(Straight up)
Told these f*ckers I was really all about it
(Flames up)
For these demons I'm facing, I'm held accounted
(Ain't tough)
'Til you learn there ain't no other way around it
As if I got something left to prove
Slaughter any bitch why tries to take me out my groove
Hating on me while I'm making moves
Talking down, silly goose, you can't fill my shoes
I got hella ganja so I'm rolling up big
I got flows coming off the top like BIG
Made a couple stacks off a cool lil' gig
I got the paper and now it's "Look at how I live"
I go brazy when I walk up in this jump
(Jump, jump)
I got ladies telling me they think that I'm the one
I remember still feelin' like a bum
Had to get it, and I got it on my own
Tell the labels stop calling up my phone
Not a gimmick, not a puppet, not a clone
My opponents know I'm bad to the bone
All you other rappers childish, act grown
(Grow up)
I got patience, but someone's always testing it
Tryna live my life according to my own testament
Yeah, killed the game and I'm still so elegant
I been going out my mind, ain't it so evident?
I told 'em one day I would leave this world behind
Brice Haiden you be out ya god damn mind
I told 'em one day
Cause I've been waiting for a sign
Brice Haiden you be out ya god damn mind