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troy diamond - pickraq (chiraq) lyrics

move the bands like an orchestrator
it’s a wrap for the green like some rolling papers
i came out the blue, like a whale was breaching
if that dough running then it’s hunting season
i stay in the hood like the ku klux
i’ma sharpshooter call me aeon flux
my blocks hot, call it summer slam
keep the caps locked but i ain’t under tab
you born telepathic? you gon’ die pathetic
better watch your weight like a diabetic
i’m cold hearted with a frosted liver
no lie i’m balling boy i’m austin rivers
making moves i’m a rolling stone
you don’t carry out texts like a broken phone
if y’all want beef, i got provolone…
where’s the king’s ransom?
ball so hard motherfuckers want to find me…
like a cure for cancer
but when i leave i’m like ali
i’ll leave your body shaking when the ‘matic spray
then i disappear like i’m magic’s aids
i been molding money so my cash is clay
i’m on another level i don’t plan on quitting
leave you lying lifeless for an honest living
yeah i need this money that’s my only reason
so they talking shit they human centipeding
i’m releasing demons, so the angels welcome
two on your chest now you raymond felton
i’m on one, numbers where i stand
this the team of me this the ipad
better check yourself like you sponsor nike
just respect my come up you ain’t gotta like me
i’m kaw$hun, this a demolition
push your head back, like you’re reminiscing
yeah i’m bad, believe it like a superstition
i’m the greatest ever, i’m the definition
this ain’t anime, call up anna mae, but this one piece ain’t a corset
no awards yet, even without subscription i’ll bring the mag to your doorstep
fiji water, ibuprofen
sending shots like it’s my condolence
self-conscious, feelings bottled
hands clutched now release the throttle
pick up the check, like i window shop nike
flow is so sick i got doctors behind me
the slick kamikaze, i’m dumping they bodies
i fell asleep broke and woke up in a bugatti
dressed in armani, italian imported
balling so hard should be sponsored by jordan
king, lord of the hook like badu
sick in the like they sent me to shu
murdered this game and this track is no different
shells out the mag like a poster came with it
you ain’t talking money then why would i listen
your religions ain’t true they just making predictions
off with they heads said the king with a roar
stacking these chips like this here is a sport
people want to collab but i have to ignore
‘cuz they lines are beneath me they way underscore
give me a year, i’ll be in your top 4
ate up each track and still hungry for more
i’m in the house, you can check the decor
let me cut that chick off, no umbilical cord
mom i’m sorry, got the big body
you would think he chucky, cuz he play with tommy’s
we don’t wear versace, we don’t drive bugattis
but still feel myself just like i popped a mali
tb got me even if you spot me when i’m home alone just like macaulay culkin
if they talk about me when they not around me, no lambeau leap, but i’ma catch a body
got me tripping like a vacation
yeah, they pushed my b-ttons like a playstation
we don’t don’t play tho, we ain’t claymation
so i call ’em out – first name basis
futuristic like halo
i’m over heads like a halo
i might steal her heart like kano
with a crooked smile no j. cole
then i dip off, leave you ticked off
and let wiz -ssist me like cliff paul
leave a hater smoked, that’s liftoff
with that big body no rick ross
(big body like rick ross)
you know kaw$hun shining like lip gloss
so stay on the ball like vince vaughn
average joe, you better wish him well
like christian bale fell down a wishing well
and got sickle cell, but i’m fly as hell
and i still propel no medicare
and we i’m sick boys so i need repair
we sick boys, that’s my clientele
i might cut the head off another rapper in front of everybody that’s show and tell
feeling myself like don jon
never leave my heat like ‘bron ‘bron
fine china, whip wonton
i miss the old me, but he’s long gone
we the “new wu”, all on youtube
and we blow it up, like i’m hussein
snitch move, call me chris smoove, cuz you know i’m bringing out 2ks
get back, now they lips smack
smoking competition like a kickback
if a shawty with me, i’ma k!ll the cat
not ‘a pimp named slickback.’
i spit crack like they lips chapped
with that big body that’s a mismatch
from chiraq down to pickraq
you won’t see me snap like a lens cap
and i’m kingg

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