paroles de chanson Lucid - Syke

Start up the track im on quick play
Turn up my shit issa big day
Syke
Pullin′ out claws
Bitch you got paws
Pussy nigga better click play
Niggas usin my name like its click bait
Makin this shit on a sick day
They be pullin' out a switch blade
Like "Syke, make a fuckin′ mixtape mane"
Playin the game like a dictator
Paper be comin wit big staplers
They be callin me a risk taker
She be into when i wrist tape her
Maybe the crazy an innovator
Classy to sassy i renovate her
If she say she love me, replace her
All of you rappers is imitators
Enter the room and they grippin the floor
Enter the room put a grip on the floor
They like the song but im switchin it tho
Im like drake on degrassi i crippled the flow
Bitch i come out when the devil asleep
I lost my heart but that shit wasn't free you see I lost my soul on a deal
Thats so cold that the demons came out like "that shit wasn't cheap" nigga
They say im sociopathic
Empathy really be gone with the wind
I heard yo music its way too pathetic
Hand me yo tape put it right in the bin I don′t need any money to cop me a patik
I body the beat till it lost all the limbs see i got so much drip that the crib is Atlantis
I might fuck around and start growin some fins

See i got
No time for that chit chat
Better run back with that click clack
Break backs like kit kats
So bitch take a few steps back
I cut back on the Lilac
Rehab but I relapsed
Im too fast it′s true facts
You too nice, you end last
Said fuck that so i took laps
Smoke loud, can't take naps
Can′t keep track of them fat stacks
My ex owe like tic tac
You talk shit need tic tacs
Try to fuck with my syntax
My snakes hide in your tall grass
When the time comes better fall

Back to the base
Back to the lab
Danced three songs took her back to the pad
Head game strong like it came with the ass
Imma take ten hits so the high everlast
Ion even need a hook and this shit ever last
Niggas couldn't read books thats a class never passed
So they think i poke bears witta stick on my tracks
Ion even sneak diss, yall slow to the catch
Runnin out of beats mirror cookin up batch
Stole a fuckin soul, but the heart ain′t come attached
Making women cry cause i do not love her back
But its hard for me to focus with these bitches on my lap
So
Take your pity party to a simp
Paragraph texts, i don't read, but i skim
They always comin back, so i always seem to win
Cause they other niggas pockets only filled with fuckin lint
Wow
Whoops
My flow slipped
Heat up the mic
Melt ice
Turn drip
I said whoops
My flow slipped
Tie up the beat nigga my flow tripped
Nigga i said whoops
My flow slipped
Heat the mic
Melt ice
Turn drip
I said whoops
My flow slipped
Tie up the beat nigga my flow tripped
But a nigga can′t take this
Put a tie on both ends
Lookin at the devil like we better as friends
Watchin all these niggas tryna ride a damn trend
Make yo own damn waves niggas boutta get the bends
Ask me how im doin imma tell em it depends
Losin' my morals just to gain my fans
Listen to the music put ya mind in a trance
Lucid thots
Lemme not
Bring the blood out my pen