Quies Terry - Accessories Lyrics

I ain't never had shit
But it ain't dat tragic
Getting lost in traffic
Cuffing on this sad chick
Pimping til the casket
Yup til the casket
Rolling weed and laughing
My life ain't that tragic

My hand ain't better than your hand
Yo hand ain't better than my hand
I bleed you bleed we make sand
You pressed so stressed I'm no hands
I have no clue where I'm going
So I'm just enjoying my ride
Know what I'll live for and I'll die for
I make progress watch my stride
Watch from the side Talk from the side
But do it on yo side Or lay on your side
You dying for pride or your shit cost less
You know Its an art to hate with your chest
I've been taking my time
Well studied and patience
Learned so many grinds
But this here be my baby
She's all that I got
Make me feel like I made it
She's makes me inspired
When I feel her I'm shaking
When I feel her I'm shaking
When I feel her I'm shaking
My heart get to racing
My pain mitigating
Ghost of the past not as bad as they seem
Niggas heard dreams and started aiming with beams
Bring all your angry it puts me to sleep
I like how it feels when you thinking bout me
I'm still broke as fuck
I owe mama my dollars
Just started this shit
I'm already a problem

I ain't never had shit
But it ain't dat tragic
Getting lost in traffic
Cuffing on this sad chick
Pimping til the casket
Yup til the casket
Rolling weed and laughing
My life ain't that tragic
Fuck you and yo accessories
I keep a real pretty bitch next to me
Keep Nails dipped and her pussy sweet
Hair on drip and she roll my weed
They say life's a bitch
I do my best to fuck her
In world full of lollipops
Don't be a sucker
Bitch Imma blow pop
Put that on my brother
Ain't talked to my pop
Before I lost my brother
I'm just on a new wave
I hope he know I love him
I gotta find my own way
So right now it's fuck him
I ain't never had shit
But it ain't that tragic
I can fuck a bad bitch
And disappear like magic
Til the fat lady sing
Nah I want Ms. Gladys
Y'all like new shit
But I prefer the classics
They say I'm a trip
Like I'm walking acid
My approach aggressive
But my strokes are passive
I pass aggression on whoever asking
You can do the same shit but you have no passion
Not doing me I can't imagine
I've worked with less and I called it fashion
So buckle up and get fastened
Do what suits ya and live lavish
Gator boots with the Gucci suits
Bitch I'm fly fuck a parachute

I ain't never had shit
I ain't never had shit
I ain't never had shit
I ain't never had shit
I ain't never had shit
I ain't never had shit
I ain't never had shit
I ain't never had shit