Tricks On Me Lyrics - Future

Yeah 

Just got a call from my mom 

Tellin' me what the lawyer was sayin' 

About the lawsuit 

I thought they had had that down, yeah 

Big money shit, baby, I just bought a new six, baby 

Flintstone in my ears, pissed on my wrist, baby 

This song just mutilated, everything decapitated 

Deep on new relations, just gotta be brand related 

Ain't no sellin' out, no tradin', so you gotta be gang related 

Pop stylin' this shit for my shottas incarcerated 

Rockstar this shit, a street star, I stay in Quentin 

Pop stylin' this shit, how you get the high maintenance one? 

How she gon' take my love and give it away like it ain't nothin' to her? 

How you gon' judge my plugs, not take what I never did off of me? 

Hawaiian surfin' on the thick one to the PJ 

I can just imagine the pain on Bankroll PJ 

Murder murder, broad day, I got tears, I can't let 'em out 

I can't take it, I can't take it no more, I'm 'bout to spaz out 

I'm good on deposits but I gotta have a stash house 

I see you bein' greedy and I gotta work my ass off 

I chief on gas house, until I pass out 

Rollin' in a Phantom, came with an umbrella 

Survive the trenches, it's on me the day I walk through it 

Here done came Pluto, I'ma drip all through it (Icy) 

I was lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me 

It was goin' too deep for you, baby, pardon me 

I tried to treat that shit just like a party 

I'ma feel weak if I tell you sorry 

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Gotta be a genius, gotta be extraordinary 

Gotta plant seeds, nigga, like a florist 

I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist 

I could've be starvin', I'm fortunate 

Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me 

Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me 

Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me? 

Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me 

Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ 

Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby 

iPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary 

Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got temporary 

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Rockstar in this shit, like a popstar in this shit, yeah 

Tryna forget the way they did to Bankroll Fresh, gettin' harder 

Seen his son at my little boy birthday party, it was harder 

The streets of the ATL don't respect nothin' but shottas 

Had to look the other way, could be the other way 

Hit Yung Mazi up, that was in the broad day 

I popped two Xans and I been sleep all day 

(Let's go, let's go) 

I was lettin' the shit I can't control destroy me 

Everything's too deep for you, my nigga, pardon me 

I'm Future Hendrix but I'm not a guitarist (Super) 

I could've be starvin', I'm fortunate 

Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (I'm so fuckin' hurt) 

Maybe my mind playin' tricks on me (Maybe my mind) 

Could it be my ex playin' tricks on me? 

Someone that's jealous playin' tricks on me (Someone that's jealous, I know, I know) 

Big boss shit, baby, I just bought a new PJ 

Butler came with the elevator, greet my guests, baby 

iPad high maintenance, everything's unordinary 

Grapes and strawberries, nothing's got temporary