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 motherf**ers 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 sh** 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 bu*tons 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 a**ist 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** 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