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(whole lot of pirates, whole lotta) Whole lot of pirates Lookin' for high risk Searching for idols See through your iris No foolin' a giant Feel the wrath of a tyrant Never really had enough You can never really have enough Never really had enough You can never really have enough I've been searching my soul Looking for diamonds and gold Thinking how far does it go? Can I buy love at a store? Really how much are they running me for? Are they conning for more Look, I can see the greed in their eyes now Trying to show their teeth when they lie But I will never lie down Enemies on the line now Gotta get the high ground, take a step and get sniped down Who's got the highest price? Who's got the ruby eye? You know everyone has a price Who's got the sharpest knife Picking at diamond mines Keep a short leash on them dogs of mine Goonies they never die My valentines follow the dollar signs Hard to not compromise When you never had shit to begin with Picking up tricks in your interest Rather get rich in the trenches Man I'm talking big business Where their morals are smaller than inches Get hip to the system or sleep with the fishes Outsmart the vindictive, don't become a victim Whole lot of pirates Lookin' for high risk Searching for idols See through your iris No foolin' a giant Feel the wrath of a tyrant Never really had enough You can never really have enough Never really had enough You can never really have enough That's why you gotta look for yourself Do not live your life on another man's word Open up these books for yourself You would get shook by the truth too Start to see crooks by the Buku Connections unseen like the Bluetooth Or the WiFi Found facts that I can't deny I had to change my eye Which is a fancy way of saying Nigga switch perspective No auto-tune found my pitch perfected Figure why a nigga felt so disconnected Introspective questions answered with deflection In the mirror no reflections Was severely misdirected And then that shit gets dismissed from recollection When I'm sky high We could shoot the breeze No drive by I be Drew Brees with the knowledge of a Rabbi Kobe send some shooters, keep a Raja Bell with me Bare with me, grow with me, share with me Whole lot of pirates Lookin' for high risk Searching for idols See through your iris No foolin' a giant Feel the wrath of a tyrant Never really had enough You can never really have enough Never really had enough You can never really have enough
Writer(s): Jordan Curci Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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