Marc Mavrick - Ominous Opulence lyrics

[Verse 1: Marc Mavri¢k] Hit a lick Yeah n***a, hit a lick Blew it on yo' b**h Blew the sh** Yeah, I blew this sh** Then she s**ed the dick Yeah I told her strip Yeah I told her strip Mothaf**a you f**in' with I'mma f**in' pimp f**in' pimp Chillin' wit' the 'files Put 'em in the 6 I'm innocent Crackers gave me 5 shoulda gave me 6 s** the dick I don't give a f** 5 percenter sh** Sin the sh** Know I get it low Then I flip the sh** Bring it back Know I'm gettin' cash Know I'm gettin' that Blew it fast Then she blew my mind Then I blew her back Blew it all today I don't give a f** I get it back Movin' heavy D I don't give a f** I'm in the trap In the trap All you n***as whack All you n***as whack [Interlude: Da$H] All you n***as f**in' whack man True fact n***as know who the f** it is Yo, yo, yo [Verse 2: Da$H] Risk taker like Evel Knievel Mickey Knox wit' the box cutter Woulda play a dead bolt the way it lock bu*ter Cop hunter, invest in the block in case the stocks plunger Rappers co*k munching I'm top tier, let it off and then the block clear I'm who opps fear, you faker than a croc's tears Straight for sauce, and the taker here to steak the odds Play the cards right, you end up a dealer with pounds to the ceiling Assorting paper work, you a squealer I don't need partners, in and outta state, counting mounds of cake Cross the map, price is see-sawing, up and down the rate Saw your b**h had some lips on her, so I drown her face Same newspaper, different story, n***as really bore me Rhyming poorly, say you real but repping all your homies stories Living like a [?], mob connected n***a, drama tested Mac-11 with the cooler out is turning problems wretched Mind infested, devious thoughts help me pay the cost Living wild, appointment with the reaper get filed Problem child, going hard until my number dialed I turn the phone off, f** it, n***a I'm thrown off The Captain make it happen, ran myself into a gold Porche Porter need a Mazi, and the [?] end up a body nabbed Did 5, came home brolic, we need the profit Want the drop 6, live off experience, on some lock sh** Dead man walking, I'm sparking anything cross my path 4 pound larking, it turn a f*ggot to walking scabs Test my word, my n***as flexing, bending, and stretching birds All my men absurd, mess of murder so that the message heard Yeah, p**y n***a cut that text alert Cause if you ain't know, and so you do now Global Gang, Black Market