[Lyric] Spades (Radamiz & Devin Tracy)

[Chorus: Devin Tracy]
I can’t play Spades, I know it’s a shame
You criticize, then you trick me
A King of Diamonds, then you miss me
In regards to the cards that you play
Another round, for the books it’s a game
You came my love two sides
Not me, nigga, all night
I can’t play Spades, I know it’s a shame
You criticize, then you trick me
A King of Diamonds, then you miss me

[Verse 1: Radamiz]
I can talk about it and won’t walk around it
Just been practicing my lil balance, aye
Back to 100, I withstand the damage
Never tall but always outstanding
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I lack panic and peep the advert advantages
Seeing black cards in my Tarot reading
Call a paramedic for the parameter
I be paraphrasing like a paralеgal
Make me port-a-potty on important peoplе
Don’t call me genius if comparing people
I am God’s baby, I ain’t scared of people
I can sport a loss, I can wear a re-do
Be cool with the process, move with the brute force
Muting the morgues, music are scores
But who gets the points?
Put two in a door and leave room for some more
This shit gets crazy aye!, this shit gets crazy aye!
Hold onto my head like I’m holding an AK
Success never lets you just stay the same
You think you’re the same but you ain’t the same
When everything’s wrong, you’re the one to blame
I can’t play it safe, I can’t play it safe
I can’t play it, safe!
[Chorus: Devin Tracy]
I can’t play Spades, I know it’s a shame
You criticize, then you trick me
A King of Diamonds, then you miss me
In regards to the cards that you play
Another round, for the books It’s a game
You came, my love two sides
Not me, nigga, all night

[Bridge: Devin Tracy]
You know my ass can’t play
You know my love won’t change
So simple as they come
Easier said than done

[Verse 2: Radamiz]
White Lamborghini on Slauson
The gangsters live and we up 1
Caffeine at Harun Coffee
I’m high stakes, I’m all-in
These Salomon’s, not Jordan’s
These streets salivating, retweet relief procrastination
Deep grief retaliation, never PG rated, I’m open
Who fucking with us? Every city got a hood
All good pussy not good for ya, if that’s my pussy then prove it
I see ghoul babies in Gucci and more Fred’s than Daniel Kaluuya’s
I see black leather, I see vast burettas, check my past endeavors, I’m too lit
Dinner tonight out at “Meet In Paris” and then after that a meet-and-greet in Paris
Poker Face up at Caesar’s Palace while I’m multiplying up the Caeser salad
Downtown around Skid Row in a black tint Jeep tryna beat the traffic
Freeing Palestine, free the gang inside with hopes that a song can decease the damage
I’m wildin’
[Chorus: Devin Tracy]
I can’t play Spades, I know it’s a shame
You criticize, then you trick me
A King of Diamonds, then you miss me

[Outro: Nicky Chulo]
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