Lie, Cheat, and Steal.
Lyrics
Artist: Phiber Optik
Album: Strong Heart
Song: Lie, Cheat, and Steal
Typed by: Andy Lee
[Verse One]
Imma stray cat that'll give you pay back from way back
I'm not a chump, how the fuck yaull gonna say that?
Hustled my way, made cash, flows hot enough to break glass
A liar and a thief, no regrets I told these heads
The Lord understands my greedy hands, and knows me best
Cheating ain't proper and you won't prosper but I still do it
I drink toxic water and write cuz of the hoods influence
To be rich, I'd slaughter, must I construe through it
I won't lie in my music, I'm so far from happiness I can't view it
Started out when I took a baseball card or two
From there on out I was fallin' through, stealin' was all I knew
I seen benzes and beamers I looked up to the baller crews
All I want is cash, I don't give a fuck about any of you
It's funny, I left you plenty of clues of how envy just grew
I got balls to empty the deuce, my enemies'll lose
People sleep too much, my life's a neverending debut
[Chorus x2]
Lie, cheat, and steal, its real, it's my life's motto
I feel I'm fallin' like there is no future, no tomorrow
This is life, can't see past the hill risky like the lotto
I'm just tryin' to eat meals, I'm drownin' in deep sorrow
(Holla)
Cheated my way through life, slick enough to play you twice
Why am I messin' up? I see the light, I gotta make it right
The rich heads days is sunny, never ugly, yaull made it bright
I hustle for money, my life is dark, I made it night
Sorry God don't take it wrong, it's just that the paper chase is on
My life's a battle, and plus my neighbors face is gone
The kids that scramble and gamble, they relate and play my songs
I walk around day to day baffled, let's blaze some chron
The streets beef is a hassle but yo I'm stayin' strong
My lies'll make you believe that anything can be achieved
I'm the type to deceive and mislead, yo that's my steez
I supersede the cats on top, speed to the cash on the block
My rhyme are bullets that are feedin' glocks, tryin' to see some rocks
Seein' me broke, is like seein' a crook flee to a cop
Cuz it won't ever happen, cheese stackin', you gotta meet my pops
He'll hustle his way out of any tight spot, I leave him props
[Chorus]
(Hit me up)
Blow up my celly and tell me what you need thug, drugs?
A 3,5, a dub, keep buyin' and I'll show you love
Never get caught up, I can't dare to face an old judge
Not a mark ass bitch, I don't hold no grudge, just a cold mug
Hate a snitch, I hope he dies from bold slugs
Materialistic cuz I never really had nothin' to show off
If I ever get that deal, I won't risk it, I won't hold off
My mentality is sickening listen to my soul cough
Under these heavy winds, I'll walk without limbs, I'm shoutin', "WIN!"
I'm loud and I'm doubtin' men, I'm drownin' in sin
No man is immortal, can you stand a chance in my portal?
Where you become a fan of bein' immoral with no rules
Rollin' up a demon with the my homeboys, believe its our own choice
Anybody to tell me shit ain't got no voice
Imma hustler in every type of way, used to fight the pain
Use my pen and pad to write and strike against the grain
(haha that's right)
[Chorus]
Yea, you know how I do, P.O.