K. Luci - Bankroll II lyrics

[Intro - K. Luci] In a foreign car taking native trips God-body n***a doing Satan sh** Halo with some flames in it That's an Angelist, slash Satanist God still with me, even though he know I'm fuego, b**h [Verse 1 - RICKYSPANISH] What's the point of living if it's not in sin? World politics got my noggin rocking like Socrates After being phonetically reasoned, you get my logic But it's hard to realize it when populous don't see profiting I know you're not the illest, you think you need my prescription 'Cause popping these pills are the reason I'm still in my position Sit down and listen, I'm spitting something so visceral Simply to split the casual ears of listeners into two Defending women that don't take a damn thing from dudes Except the perception of s** not being a privilege, ooh A lot of males got their heads in their a**es While sh**ting out thoughts of having hands on a**es You ba*tards don't really have a grasp of your actions Imagine, if you would give brain, you would have it But we ain't talking 'bout women if they ain't b**hes 'Cause b**hes ain't got no business but talking unless permission's given You rappers soft until it comes to fake guns Or putting dicks inside of made-up chicks in cities you never lived in I'm popping pills to keep my sanity, I don't do it for "turning up" I'm popping to keep from randomly burning up Meltdown, 'cause mentally, I'm more than you're ever meant to be And my problems come from the gods trying to limit me to make this more fair The faceless tone, bare-headed wraith with long hair and a lengthened bone spear [Hook - Luci] In a foreign car taking native trips God-body n***a doing Satan sh** Halo with some flames in it That's an Angelist, slash Satanist God still with me, even though he know I'm fuego, b**h (Motherf**ing demon, n***a) God still with me, even though he know I'm fuego, b**h (Motherf**ing demon, n***a) God still with me, even though he know I'm fuego, b**h [Verse 2 - '89 The Brainchild] I heard sitting on the throne from the top, the view is beautiful The taste of the kingdom, why now settle for this cubicle? Don't group me with the usual because I missed the tour bus I'm still four wings with the fries, but I could've copped tempura Me and mine been sick for years, your dose of hate just could not cure us Caught some flak in the trap, while my rap's too trap for purists While I rapped, worked somewhere whack, but yo, I endured it Got fired, name caught fire, now I might hit Europe Asia might go there again, my s** slave South American My old dame, no comparison, we flexin' rarely arrogant Preparing where my parents live, fly to Granddad in Maryland Demented, twisted terrapin, wondering if we're prepared for this [Hook] [Verse 3 - K. Luci] Never gave a f**, never gave a f** I'm a Milwaukee n***a, I'm just tryna make the bucks Coming out of Prison City, no denying where I'm from Know some goons holding Tommy's, got the lions in the drum Little kids starving, they be crying in the slums Shooting in the trap, n***as dying on the rug Persian, I am a murderous person I'm k**ing every beat cause I know it deserves it Stupid n***as steady talking hella bullsh** Won't be talking when I hit 'em with a full clip Yeah, I know I say it all the time But if a n***a carry on, then imma make it Columbine, and that's real Say it with your chest, lil n***a Everybody talking, but at best they all chiggers Claiming in they city, they a motherf**ing hitter But I come around, they get shook down like a stripper Leave 'em past tense, going through my reckless phase Anybody feeling tough, they can step on the stage All my cla**mates said I wouldn't be sh** So I do invasions in their homes with my weapons ablaze You can ask anyone, they'll say my team finna eat first And if you got a problem with us, you could be murked Got dreams of me rollin' in the Beemer 125, I can stop it on the dime Got k**ers in the cut, 10 straps, couple knives You could f** around, they ready to earn stripes Took off some time, and I got up to par 17, b**h I'm golden, no Hollywood Star Remember all of the nights I would wish for this No more wishing, I'm coming up on this grind, I knew we'd do it in time Presenting this presentation I conjured inside my mind With Ricky and '89, it's that motherf**ing time