Kid Bookie - Stuck in my Ways lyrics

[Chorus: Kid Bookie] I’ve been stuck in my ways (Ways) Feelin’ like I’m gonna explode I’m already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge) Bullet with your name on it, or my name Just depends how I feel on the day (Day) All this bullsh** I’m just seein’, stop (Yeah) I just wanna be away (I don’t even wanna be around you) (To tell the truth, you little s**t, I can’t stand you) (See you sittin’ with a b***h that’s thick) (Fat p***y, nice tits, s** a good d**k) I just wanna be away (Puffin’ big weed, this ain’t bamboo) (The type of flower make a brotha go cuckoo) (A lot of man can’t do what I can do) (I’m the big dog ’round here) I just wanna be away [Verse: Kid Bookie] 666, Misfits Sick of this s**t, cryptic Giving big tips Any sick prick Thinking that he’s gonna click click On my clique b***h Then you need to think big When you get an inklin’, tell me what the f**k you wanna do I’m sitting here just thinkin’ that I’m gonna bother you With a lot of tunes ’til you can’t f**in’ stop it no more I’m just gonna be cooking up this crack! (Gimme the recipe then) Every single day’s a f*****g struggle Hustle bustle on these motherf**ing streets A puzzle some will crumble Rubble bursting over to your shoes and you can’t move I’m losin’ faith again Forsakin’ them in Satan’s den and makin’ men look alien I bestow my pain on them and make them open up their cranium A stadium of energy couldn’t hold me, I’m titanium Can’t melt these beams, it seems like I’m in need of f**in’ change again! Where the hell have I been? (Wait) 100 percent of the effort I’m givin’ is real Livin’ and sinnin’ is really beginnin’ to feel Syllable k**ers, I call ’em all winners ‘Cause all of you figured that skippin’ this lyrical rope Is really required as minimal sk** Ahead of my time, I’m telling you why It’s never been, evident levelin’ guys Is ever never the reason I ever survived Incredible legends are givin’ me life The minute I finish diminishin’ gimmicks These lyrics will give us a critical hit-list I’m feelin’ to bill it and really puff in it Acidic when spittin’ these lines! (Wait) [Chorus: Kid Bookie] I’ve been stuck in my ways (Ways) Feelin’ like I’m gonna explode I’m already on the verge of clutching a gauge? (Gauge) Bullet with your name on it, or my name Just depends how I feel on the day (Day) All this bullsh** I’m just seein’ stop (Yeah) I just wanna be away (I don’t even wanna be around you) (To tell the truth, you little s**t, I can’t stand you) (See you sittin’ with a b***h that’s thick) (Fat p***y, nice tits, s** a good d**k) I just wanna be away (Puffin’ Big weed this ain’t bamboo) (The type of flower make a brotha go koo koo) (A lot of man can’t do what I can do) (I’m the big dog ’round here) I just wanna be away