LeFlair

Hand of racks, pulled a vanishing act (Poof)
I'm just tryna make the magic last
Don't get caught in a trick bag
Can't have one foot in rap and one in quicksand
That shit don't make no sense, fam
Watch the ***** you met on the Gram
The witch'll sniff a gram off the pentagram
Then stick the shiv in you like a Christmas ham
Dance with the devil, every step's a penitentiary chance
Demons channeling my energy through a piece of hair
Pair of sneakers, or even streetwear, a tee and some pants
Claim to have tea on me, but people ain't even care
"Yeah, yeah, he's a square, he weird"
Said "he weak in bed, he a piece of shit, he ain't even lit"
He a street pimp; don't think 'cause I be in the mix
That I'm geeked to fit in, *****, you reachin', eat a ****(Eat a ****)
Please forgive my French (Uh)
We cannot be friends if you ride the fence
Gotta stay with the side you pick (Stay there)
I been hip since the days of Thai Stick
Back when Big Mama used to beat your behind with the switch
Now the Glock nine, this shit got a switch
Slugs hit your body and stick (Ooh)
Sizzle like a pot of hominy grits

Sample
You got to learn who your true homies are and shit
You got the jealous homies that don't want to see you come up,
you got the player haters, you got the crooked females who wanna set you up,
and then you got the *****s in general who just roll around,
just lookin' for *****s period to jack