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(专辑: My First Brick - 2016)
Uh, Yeah It's Benny (right) Ayo Conway, feel like, feel like I
got these niggas in my scope right now Uh, fuck the
fame we only came for the
bread Told my homie it's a
bonus if you aim for the
head You point a
gun at him he gon' say that ain't what he said Plus the
clip in it long as Wilt Chamberlain leg Lost some homies, spent a
couple birthdays in the
feds I
met plugs, not just thugs, I
met Haitians in dreads You know the
kicks that I'm lacing are red You blazing up reg, tension thick You tasting the
air, I'm blatant you scared Riding out for my team, watching out for the
D's You ever stashed work in a
house full of fiends? You niggas just rapping, I'm about everything Need shooters and captains when you scout in a
team Time is money, and I'mma need an hour or more I
leave the
trap smelling like gunpowder and raw I'm having nightmares they raiding, huddled out in the
hall Same time I
was flushing, they was pounding the
door When you try'na get shit, you ain't used to having Might run into some problems, might use some ratchets Might run into some cops, wearing suits and badges Never speak on what you saw, if you do you ratting Real legend, and I'm still plugged in with criminals You catch a
case, pray the
judge give a
minimal I
send it through your loved ones when they visit you I
live in a
town where the
love ain't reciprocal Rock your enemy to sleep like the
drama dead Then walk up on him in a
Rasta wig Who held the
city down like a
boat anchor I
got smokers in the
room burning coat hangers Smoking on sour, mixed with cookies Revenge is the
sweetest joy next to getting pussy I
treated the
kitchen like chemistry We unwrap em then we bag em individually My intentions was good but the
money was evil [?] cutting diesel, laying up in casinos I
got a
hundred clips a
hundred straps, none of em legal Tell on you, brick of C4 under your Regal Paid since I
seen Nino, shit went out with them Guidos You the
type to get your shit took and run to a
CO I'm the
type to get your shit pushed and run to Toledo It's like I
was, bred to be great, so this bread could get baked Or your head I
just take, my hand on this 8, like a
man out his Bape These rap niggas get more weird by the
day I
wake up like. what the
fuck I'm gon' hear bout today I
was still in the
hood serving fiends like CVS Bracelet on my ankle that's a
GPS They ain't beat me yet, fans still ain't meet me yet James Bond hopping out that Aston Martin DBS When you being mentioned with the
baddest who spitting Average niggas hating, ain't you so they had you the
villain Mad in they feelings, probably cus' the
talent ain't in em Not only that though, the
passion ain't in em Take it from me, look My life way deeper than bars and hooks Pawns and rooks, this shit really hard as it look If walls could talk, they tell you how the
raw was cooked And how we got to be stars from cooks My first brick, uh Rock your enemy to sleep like the
drama dead Then walk up on him in a
Rasta wig Who held the
city down like a
boat anchor I
got smokers in the
room burning coat hangers Smoking on sour, mixed with cookies Revenge is the
sweetest joy next to getting pussy I
treated the
kitchen like chemistry We unwrap em then we bag em individually Yeah You already know nigga You already know walls closing in on niggas man Yeah It's me It's me I
ain't telling my story in third person Naw I'm hands on I'm hands on my nigga Yeah