Andre Nickatina - I'm A Pisces lyrics

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Andre Nickatina - I'm A Pisces lyrics

Gettin' in where I fit in, right? What that deuce deuce poppin' like? Baby, I like the way you work that tongue You had a don't care n***a for 3 weeks sprung It's the game, the muthaf**a calls my name Product made of yola cuz the rules don't change The prettiest thing is new white wall tires I shoulda been a lawyer, cuz I'm such a good liar k** dosia style, brain child in a beanie God fear a n***a under pressure and greedy Microphone cops steady f**in' off my dealings Even when I'm workin' muthaf**as think I'm chillin' Recruitin' like the army, or even the marines Some get rejected like black jelly beans I'm on the scene in my jeans, smokin' weed from a sac Muthaf**a, where you at? I got c**aine raps Ya hardcore CB4 uproar made a nice comeback, but didn't touch my score A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks, fly clubs, no love and c**aine raps Spendin' ways incredible, money untraceable n***as start to jack when the money ain't available Baby you talk too much, pa** the blunt I'm tryin' to give your fine a** the raw and uncut I got no time to be a crybaby fool Forgive me, but they got me packin' pocket tools Fresh out say f** 'em, yeah, I made a gang of raps Smokin' weed in a rental with the gangsta tracks Straight chewy, and a n***a got a gang of pride Check the battle or the struggle through my Chinese eyes Had to tighten up the fade, got my murder 1 shades Still tryin' to f** them freaks from my highschool days B. Adams, do you still love me? Cuz ya first born is strugglin' and it's hard to stay drug free co*k back loaded and about to explode Like the 12 story 'jects, b**h I'm outta control Alpine reliant, police defiant, Kentucky Fried and Popeye's #1 client Represent the look like the great Sam Cook Put a star by every freak in my true black book Clutch tight fist pumped way in the air, pagan, you dealin' with a microphone bear Tear, pear, where?, stare, check it, I don't care I just can't quit, sh**, the rap game fanatic Tryna stay calm with a mad weed habit Cussin' and fussin' at 100 degrees, I think like a blind thief with the vision of g's Chewy used to do me, listen to Ice-T Ya lookin' at a n***a who wish he was drug free But n***a that's a dream in another life So until then my last word is re-ligh