Nicoz - Subliminal (feat. LiL Trissy & Tyler Link)

Spit subliminal, holy rhythm the ritual
No disclosure, kick in your door and then Imma kill a few
No remorse and dispose a mortal, adore for the Chrome
And dismiss a little independent fucker upping the score
Multi my dimension, getting high I'm ending up in heaven
No stress, death blow flows it's a blessing
Tread slow, elegance and pressure not to mention
I'm reckless, impaired with my stature
Mix the mad hatter, tricks and bad habits
Fixed destiny with no bliss it's so tragic
Facts I can't stand it, bags of loud cabbage
Black fit, ready to tag and do damage
And, light some incense, maybe send a mis-text
I ain't really want this bitch, I really wanted this sex
I'm a mess though, arms heavy neck low
Struggle just to roll out of bed, that's my next goal
Nico, you should honestly quit music, it's not good
You're never gonna succeed
All the hard work you're putting in, isn't worth it
Go back to your 9 to 5 at Amazon
Drop like a rack or two, baby that's nothing
When picking up, Imma cop by the dozen
Fuck who you loving, in love with the money
I'm playing The RZA, my beamer be buzzing
If you just gon block me, I'll fuck on your cousin
I ain't on no personal shit, I ain't bluffing
She keep on gassing on how I be rapping
She want me to link, I said let's make it happen
I sent her the addy, now she coming over
We sparking the spliff, and her lips are all over me
Never sober, all I know is Komorebi
One of a kind so she never get bored of me
I ain't no whore I just want the attention
No mentioning she be all over my aura
Swear I'm gon make it that's word to my brethren
Now her ex BFF sending me messages
Got a black fit, dark whip, dark tinted
Anything you want, you know Imma get it
Stole ur bitch and now she sitting on my lap
Double D's, ass fat, yeah I'm boutta make it clap
Four rounds with your bitch, make her bed rock
Never gon miss, yeah I'm gon make the headshot
Never need no aim, never needed no red dot
Goin down her thighs and I'm making her red hot
Everybody asking me how I make it like that
Wearing thousand dollar fits, yeah I'm dressed in all black
Always spending my checks and I make it right back
Finally making them views and I'm on the right track
Like wow, been a minute
Making racks, no time for the women
10k on a track and it got my head spinning
DT to the top and you know we stay winning
She want to fuck with the baddest
Might take a whip without asking
Fuck how you feel
Turn you to ashes for real
Im in love with the money I destined to heal
When I come back
Your man is a bitch
Never put that on my kids
Supersonic, they be all on my dick
The numbers be up, now they ask who I is
Got me back on my grind, man fuck on your passion
I take a flick, the money gon cash in
Im a menace, she be lying off Hennesey
You ain't a friend of me
Quit trying, you want to be me
If you talking stupid, then I'll make you my bitch
10 bands in the whip
We be seeking subliminal thoughts, no contact
You done run to the bag
You don't know where it's at
You done lost it
Rise up, spark the eighth and get baked

Written by:
Nico Z, Tristan Link, Tyler Link

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