​soStuckUp... lyrics

[Chorus: tropes]
Yeah, oh my God
Go 'head, tell me somethin' I don't know
Yeah, my life is made of gold
You'll regret the way you acted when I'm gone

[Verse 1: tropes]
Yeah, I was told to leave it to the rest to do it
'Cause they can do it all, mortal hands would ruin it all
Mortal man improvement
Everything is useless, yeah
Mortal man improve on everything that he got used to now
Oh, flash subliminal
I put money on yo' head, this sh*t get visceral
I made official unofficial if you listen up
I'd turn your stories into pictures if you'd pick 'em up
But that's another day, I can't deal with no sh*t in the moment
And that sh*t ain't even your sh*t if you don't call it
I can't keep up
I put my life up on the line for you to come
There's not much to my madness, just a buck
If you wanna meet and f*ck, that's what you want
I could put it in perspective if you want
But I know you're not here for me, you're here for stuff

[Bridge: tropes]
So stuck up
So stuck up
So stuck up
So stuck up
[Verse 2: Vasto]
Me and tropes, we goin', teah we going in
Hop in that Jag and floor it, they used to be ignorin'
Act', I'm pouring, my fit, can't afford this
That ho boring, in my hood, you're ass a tourist
We'll up that pole, pass that b*tch to tropes, leave his ass soakin'
Heat in my motherf*ckin' palm, I just might throw a Hadoken
Lil' bro, we ain't jokin', countin' blues on [?] sh*t
Yeah, four sticks, so you know I got four clips
Yeah, spend a band, spin that block and spin again
Ayy, them n*ggas lame them n*ggas lose, my n*ggas win
n*gga talk on gang, we'll up the flame, burn him like a cig'
Hit his sh*t, we'll knock your f*ckin' cap off, we gon' split yo' wig

[Verse 3: tropes]
Yes, split your wig on [?]
You deserve the worst
You are f*cking terrible, yeah, my heart 'bout to burst
What I do to get this bad? It's not what I deserve (Not what I deserve)

[Chorus: tropes]
Yeah, oh my God
Go 'head, tell me somethin' I don't know
Yeah, my life is made of gold
You'll regret the way you acted when I'm gone
[Outro: tropes]
So stuck—
Go 'head, tell me somethin' I don't know
Yeah, my life is made of gold
You'll regret the way you acted when I'm gone