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The Trick Video (MV)




Performed By: TEC
Featuring: Matt Swain
Language: English
Length: 2:26
Written by: Vi Huynh




TEC - The Trick Lyrics
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[ Featuring Matt Swain ]

Step outside, I feel like I got eyes on me
They say "tec sound fire, I feel like his time coming"
Bread I divide with my brothers, we multiply numbers
We was supplying the bud, it was just a side hustle
They say time is money well I love the clock ticking
Cus the time turned us into top business
And now I'm really in the building drink spilling with some hot women
So sit back and let the plot thicken
Been thru a series of events
I been thru a period of stress
Tears drooping in the mirror all depressed
I was fearful of steering off the ledge
Damn I love the feeling of success thats why I dont lose
Dont talk to me if I dont know you
Cus I hate a mf who pretend we tight
And whenever I'm outside it's an expensive night
I can't link you, I gotta attend a flight
She want a bag, I told her just send the price
Designer Louis V
The diamonds are shining beautifully
This life style is kinda new to me
But mentally I been had it
I bring the raps that make
Melbourne feel like manhattan
I been the man, I cant tell em how I'm advancing
If you not one of us, you invalid
Its been a while since I sensed challenge
Step outside, I swear I hear their mouths running
I dont wanna hear nun unless its bout money
Cant take these jokesters serious man they all sound funny
"Where he gone, oh there he is up on the balcony"
Lighting up a jay
Dont smile to my face if behind me you a fake
Bitch Im tired of the snakes
While I see you cowards getting sour now ya lying on my name
I get flyer than the pilot in the plane
The media be tryna make a monster how I live
Imma work n move my momma out the crib
And when I finally did imma look back on this lil track
Know nostalgia gon hit harder than that spliff
Songs beyond larger than it is
All my product done departed off the ship
Like my father to his kids
Hands turning green from the guala that I grip
She gon bend to her knees and that jaw gon do the trick
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English

Step outside, I feel like I got eyes on me
They say "tec sound fire, I feel like his time coming"
Bread I divide with my brothers, we multiply numbers
We was supplying the bud, it was just a side hustle
They say time is money well I love the clock ticking
Cus the time turned us into top business
And now I'm really in the building drink spilling with some hot women
So sit back and let the plot thicken
Been thru a series of events
I been thru a period of stress
Tears drooping in the mirror all depressed
I was fearful of steering off the ledge
Damn I love the feeling of success thats why I dont lose
Dont talk to me if I dont know you
Cus I hate a mf who pretend we tight
And whenever I'm outside it's an expensive night
I can't link you, I gotta attend a flight
She want a bag, I told her just send the price
Designer Louis V
The diamonds are shining beautifully
This life style is kinda new to me
But mentally I been had it
I bring the raps that make
Melbourne feel like manhattan
I been the man, I cant tell em how I'm advancing
If you not one of us, you invalid
Its been a while since I sensed challenge
Step outside, I swear I hear their mouths running
I dont wanna hear nun unless its bout money
Cant take these jokesters serious man they all sound funny
"Where he gone, oh there he is up on the balcony"
Lighting up a jay
Dont smile to my face if behind me you a fake
Bitch Im tired of the snakes
While I see you cowards getting sour now ya lying on my name
I get flyer than the pilot in the plane
The media be tryna make a monster how I live
Imma work n move my momma out the crib
And when I finally did imma look back on this lil track
Know nostalgia gon hit harder than that spliff
Songs beyond larger than it is
All my product done departed off the ship
Like my father to his kids
Hands turning green from the guala that I grip
She gon bend to her knees and that jaw gon do the trick
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Writer: Vi Huynh
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