Trapzone Teezy - Sly Masterpiece Lyrics

Hey, I'm a real geek, boy, no nerd I be poppin' my shit, these niggas be turds
She say I get on her nerves I'm f*cking wit ha friend I done touched her nerves
If you wanna get street, no curb wen I swing my door, don't hit that curb
I'm a real deal, real ass nigga Stay true to my shit, I don't switch my words

That ain't my bitch, but she still my bitch She stay on my side like a purse
I'll take a G-17, over a 19 Watchin' the squirt, you can call me a perv
I don't take 10s or the 15's, I'm takin' them 30s It's makin' my stomach hurt
But I done got out and switched my ways My people keep tellin' me to go to church

But I don't believe in that shit God still got my side, I believe in that shit
I be callin' my bitch on some cheating shit When it really be me, I be trippin' and shit
Just got done f*ckin' my lil' ex, hoe She tellin' me she still love me and shit
I be rollin' to the bread like XO , Day and night, gotta get to this shit

If you ask me, I'm cold then a bitch at this shit I be rollin' on beats like anemic and shit
I was poppin' them perks like prescription These niggas be jockin' and watchin' and clocking
They all in my mentions, f*ck I'm trippin', my people be lookin' up to me like
Hero, but I move like a villain, f*ck I'm trippin', I'm helpin' these niggas

When I was down, they wasn't helpin' me
Hell nah, hell nah, hell nah
F*ck, Gotta move from the sharks, I'm tryna be a whale Tryna be the biggest in the seas
God done gave me a gift, I'm askin' him why My demons steady huntin' me

My ex, done turned to a junkie all She want is the drug, but she be still feeing' for me
Got a bitch, I put her on game She wanna be a hoe, now she tryna treat me like a trick
Tell that hoe better use her mouth and her feet, cause bitch, this is not what it is
My name Rain Bells, in this bitch He known, but I don't know who he is

Don't get too close, don't run, don't trip All my niggas be trippin' and shit
Cause they might hit you in your shit I bang wit my niggas to the fullest
S.R.T. that shit for life Stay real together, even if you get ruthless
I'm a sly, young nigga I get wicked , with my fire

And I ain't competing with none of you niggas I might f*ck around, make them retire
Just re'Uped on Trash, I still get it gone nigga that's the hustle of me
She asked, do I got a bitch, told her yes I won't put you in position to f*ck it for me
When im sober, I be tweaking way harder I'm geeked off life, I ain't on ecstasy

When I was locked up they won't f*ck with me Why the f*ck they keep textin' me
Man, I love to see all my dawgs eat Why the f*ck would I show jealousy
Bitch, I love to play mind games But bitch, you better not test me
Girl, I wanna get in yo mind frame Make sure I'm the only one you see

I know you don't want me in these streets But baby, this shit callin' me
This shit callin' me