Ghais Guevara I Gazed Upon The Trap With Ambition
[Part I]
[Intro]
(Plug, check, ah, brrt, ah, brrt, ah, gang)
(Check, ah, brrt, ah, brrt, ah, gang)
(Check, uh, yeah, check, uh, yeah)
(Know they got the—, yeah, brrt, uh)
[Chorus]
Know they got the sticks, don't press right now
We gon' slide 'nother time, but it's not our day
Runnin' wit' sticks any time you in town
If you ain't involved then you in my way
Needed a lick just to hop in the stu'
I'ma write me a hit like I'm cookin' the yay'
Snatch a nigga up, hide the body in the trench
Like it ain't no war in the Ba Sing Se
Know they got the sticks, don't press right now
We gon' slide 'nother time, but it's not our day
Runnin' wit' sticks any time you in town
If you ain't involved then you in my way
Needеd a lick just to hop in the stu'
I'ma write me a hit likе I'm cookin' the yay'
Snatch a nigga up, hide the body in the trench
Like it ain't no war in the Ba Sing Se
[Verse]
What is the price of a—? Mm
What is the price? Add a link to the chain
Bodies on bodies, he know it's harami
They think he a hoodlum, he tatted they names
Shotty too hotty, so you got to toss it
He scratch off the numbers, not leavin' a trace
Shawty a hottie, the tea be the body
I'm stingy wit' mines, I don't share wit' the gang
I f..ck wit' them DJ's, type that get that party jumpin'
And you know we keep them blicks, type that get that party jumpin'
We got sticks and you got sticks, we ain't got to argue nothin'
You ain't got to front for me, actin' like you hard or somethin'
Last year, one K for a show, that ain't hardly nothin'
This year, want a word from me? Got to bargain somethin'
Puerto Rican plug, called him Rico since a young thug
Buggin' in the streets, caught a RICO, like he Young Thug
Akhi, get me right, feed the fam', yeah, that's one love
Ayy, phew, ayy, phew, phew (Know they got the—), ayy
[Chorus]
Know they got the sticks, don't press right now
We gon' slide 'nother time, but it's not our day
Runnin' wit' sticks any time you in town
If you ain't involved then you in my way
Needed a lick just to hop in the stu'
I'ma write me a hit like I'm cookin' the yay'
Snatch a nigga up, hide the body in the trench
Like it ain't no war in the Ba Sing Se
Know they got the sticks, don't press right now
We gon' slide 'nother time, but it's not our day
Runnin' wit' sticks any time you in town
If you ain't involved then you in my way
Needed a lick just to hop in the stu'
I'ma write me a hit like I'm cookin' the yay'
Snatch a nigga up, hide the body in the trench
Like it ain't no war in the Ba Sing Se
[Interlude]
All the world's a stage
And all the men and women merely players
They have their exits and their entrances
And one man in his time plays many paths
[Part II]
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy, look, ayy, uh
Ayy, look, ayy, look, okay, uh
Ayy, look, ayy, look, okay
Look
[Verse]
Sands of time pressed through the heat
It formed somethin' that's diamond encrusted, uh
Nigga think he heavy metal, uh, I was steady tryin' to rust 'em
And my nerves be itchin', swear to God, I'm tryin' to trust it, uh
But I swear that peace of mind just don't align wit' my function, uh
Look, so nigga, don't f..ck wit' me, uh
Ain't nothin' half-ass about it when I be uppin' the semi, uh
This alphabetical slaughter don't mean I'm f..ckin' wit' Remy, uh
I put that shit on my honor, you be co-defendant, uh
Tweak without the za', might be co-dependent, uh
Richer than the opps, that's a Gini coefficient, uh
Gave you niggas game from the heart, so don't mention it, uh
Made it to the charts through the scars of my descendants, uh
They like, "Goyard, how you get so raw?", repetition, uh
Guess what I just put up in my Raws? Competition, uh
Drunk and druggy, draggin' through my drawls, they resplendent, uh
Pulled a Fassbender wit' the killers, David Fincher, uh
[Outro]
I wrote a, a script for Stephen King
I have a Stephen King horror movie
"Niggas With A Brain", we'll see how that scare people
Or "Niggas In School", how 'bout that, Stephen?
