"Trick My Position" lyrics
Yeah
Picture me rollin', people actin' like I owe them
He backed his shank on the wing so I smoked him
I came home, I went looking for my old SIMs
Hypocrite, I went right back to the old Slim
Took a little break, now I'm back to the studio
Spittin' pure coke like my name is Julio
Business is business, it's not for you to know
But you've gotta make money in order for you to grow
There's some things in life that are better not to know
I've got my gun with me but it's better not to show
I've been jail twice and it was a stepping stone
You can ask the pussy who was selling me O's
And I know why that piss Little S overtook
Potential that I had probably got overlooked
Now go ask the bros who's the man in the hood
Who's coughing up smoke, teaching youngers how to cook
You-you can't tell me who's on
I know them type of guys probably still wear Louboutins
I'm the type of guy, I eat soup with some croutons
Back to the block I go and see what the goons' on
Back to my yard I go and chill with the missus
Easily content, just some hugs and some kisses
All you really need is a girl that's with it
That will tell you save your bread, not constantly spill it
If I take in everything that is said
I couldn't ever rest, I'll probably be back in a pen
If I spent all of my time just listening to friends
I'll probably go mad in my head, filling straps up again
I know they wanna trick my position
They say "You're doing well, Slim", but who are they kidding?
They want me accustomed to a mad way of living
When it all goes wrong, they say I'm too deep in it
If I spent all my time just sitting and dwelling
I'll be sat down sour, feeling like a lemon
A thousand nights in jail, I took it as a lesson
I've made my mistakes but it's not for regretting
I took him for his tings, then I told him, "Forget it"
Got hassle with the guys, it's just not worth his effort
I can play him at his game, go and send him a message
But where I'm from we retaliate with weapons
I need to sit and take time with the things that I'm doing
In hard times it's me that's getting me through it
I know what I'm on, they wanna make me prove it
I'm running up this bread, they wanna make me lose it
There's two things in life, either love or it's hate
We normalise crime 'cause we come from estates
I can tell the kids that the things gotta change
But how can I lie with these bricks in the base
If I take in everything that is said
I couldn't ever rest, I'll probably be back in a pen
If I spent all of my time just listening to friends
I'll probably go mad in my head, filling straps up again
I know they wanna trick my position
They say "You're doing well, Slim", but who are they kidding?
They want me accustomed to a mad way of living
When it all goes wrong, they say I'm too deep in it
Picture me rollin', people actin' like I owe them
He backed his shank on the wing so I smoked him
I came home, I went looking for my old SIMs
Hypocrite, I went right back to the old Slim
Took a little break, now I'm back to the studio
Spittin' pure coke like my name is Julio
Business is business, it's not for you to know
But you've gotta make money in order for you to grow
There's some things in life that are better not to know
I've got my gun with me but it's better not to show
I've been jail twice and it was a stepping stone
You can ask the pussy who was selling me O's
And I know why that piss Little S overtook
Potential that I had probably got overlooked
Now go ask the bros who's the man in the hood
Who's coughing up smoke, teaching youngers how to cook
You-you can't tell me who's on
I know them type of guys probably still wear Louboutins
I'm the type of guy, I eat soup with some croutons
Back to the block I go and see what the goons' on
Back to my yard I go and chill with the missus
Easily content, just some hugs and some kisses
All you really need is a girl that's with it
That will tell you save your bread, not constantly spill it
If I take in everything that is said
I couldn't ever rest, I'll probably be back in a pen
If I spent all of my time just listening to friends
I'll probably go mad in my head, filling straps up again
I know they wanna trick my position
They say "You're doing well, Slim", but who are they kidding?
They want me accustomed to a mad way of living
When it all goes wrong, they say I'm too deep in it
If I spent all my time just sitting and dwelling
I'll be sat down sour, feeling like a lemon
A thousand nights in jail, I took it as a lesson
I've made my mistakes but it's not for regretting
I took him for his tings, then I told him, "Forget it"
Got hassle with the guys, it's just not worth his effort
I can play him at his game, go and send him a message
But where I'm from we retaliate with weapons
I need to sit and take time with the things that I'm doing
In hard times it's me that's getting me through it
I know what I'm on, they wanna make me prove it
I'm running up this bread, they wanna make me lose it
There's two things in life, either love or it's hate
We normalise crime 'cause we come from estates
I can tell the kids that the things gotta change
But how can I lie with these bricks in the base
If I take in everything that is said
I couldn't ever rest, I'll probably be back in a pen
If I spent all of my time just listening to friends
I'll probably go mad in my head, filling straps up again
I know they wanna trick my position
They say "You're doing well, Slim", but who are they kidding?
They want me accustomed to a mad way of living
When it all goes wrong, they say I'm too deep in it
