Lyrics Pricey (feat. Young Dro & Gucci Mane) - J. Cole , Ari Lennox , Young Dro , Gucci Mane
Reach
for
my
dog
for
his
shit,
get
dicey
Shinin'
now,
you
no
seen
a
clique
get
icy
Watchin'
my
step,
tryna
look
just
like
me
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
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
starvin'
for
attention
She
say,
"He
hella
smart,
I
would've
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
niggas
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
40
interventions
Your
shit
ain't
addin'
up,
know
you
a
phoney,
checked
your
image
Rappin'
tough,
but
all
them
niggas
in
your
audience
is
bitches
And
white
boys
mostly,
niggas
know
a
verse
from
Cole
Be
like
a
signed
Michael
Jordan
rookie
card
in
mint
condition
The
farthest
thing
from
harbor
shit,
be
honest
with
me,
listen
You
know
if
I
want
it,
I
be
John
Gotti
with
the
henchmen
Right?
I
mean,
it's
simple
math,
a
bit
of
cash
can
get
a
nigga
bag
But
that
don't
make
you
big
and
bad,
just
mean
you
rich
and
mad
Nigga,
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
niggas
use
to
fill
a
bald
spot
(bald
spot)
And
kill
'em
all
and
fill
a
morgue
up
I
got
bars
forever,
nigga,
never
will
a
call
drop
No
hammer
like
a
mall
cop
Still
the
hardest
nigga
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
for
his
shit,
get
dicey
(oh-oh-oh)
Shinin'
now,
you
no
seen
a
clique
get
icy
(ooh,
oh-oh-oh)
Watchin'
my
step,
tryna
look
just
like
me
(boy,
yeah-yeah-yeah,
yeah)
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try
(try,
try,
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
Chapelle
on
his
latest
Netflix
Go
'head,
try
to
cancel
my
shit
I'll
still
be
on
stage
with
my
hand
on
my
dick
70,000
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'
Niggas
is
dyin',
victims
of
time
Self-inflicted,
we
sick
in
the
mind
What's
with
the
gossip?
If
you
really
handled
your
business
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
climbed
Right
when
you
thought
I
was
fine,
we're
runnin'
a
little
behind
Nipsey
was
tryin'
to
tell
you
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
2,000
bricks
with
my
spare
time
(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
500
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
nigga,
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
for
his
shit,
get
dicey
(oh-oh-oh)
Shinin'
now,
you
no
seen
a
clique
get
icy
(ooh,
oh-oh-oh)
Watchin'
my
step,
tryna
look
just
like
me
(boy,
yeah-yeah-yeah,
yeah)
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try,
but
this
shit
get
pricey
Nigga,
you
can
try
(try,
try,
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
some,
hope
some,
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
Capital
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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