It's Over
I'm Brooklyn the bandit aye
I'm the stuyraqian native
Getting this breesh like everyday
Powering up like a Saiyan
Say a prayer if you get in my way
We'll heat you up like some Cajun
John Cena when you get in my face
I'm squinting up like I'm Asian
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
I fuck on my girl till the sun come up
I'm first to the money no runner ups
I'm stressing all day need a double cup
Run up on me are dumb or what
When that choppa hit make you do double dutch
Throw salt in the womb watch it bubble up
No bow flex hit you with upper cuts
When I try to be positive
They really don't know what I'm saying
I dropped out of them colleges
The system designed for enslavin
If you not listening
Then that's your asphalt
Like you mixing up pavement
I don't have Parkinson
But I'm raging up
Till the point that I am shakin
If you don't fuck with me
Can't me company
Niggas will box you like Ali
I am like Optimus
Rolling with auto bots
They will transform if you try me
I am like Tien
My third eye is open
I'm hitting you niggas with tri-beams
I'm smoking on loud
It's busting my scalp
I open the bag
And it's lime green
So I wake up and pray
I thank the lord that a nigga woke up today
If you try and touch my family then you dying today
This is a peek at some thoughts
That just take place in my brain
Dana I love you
But I really don't wanna spend my life fighting
I swear that I love you
When I first saw you
I swear that it struck me like lightning
Made some mistakes
I fucked up the trust
But you were the one I was piping
Cyclops with vision
Your ex men are wishing
One look and you melt me like ice cream
I got persistence
I love with no limits
I'm just tryna make it a life thing
I Brooklyn the bandit ya
I'm from another millennium
So I feel like a alien
Time to take a flight like a carry on
Back on my bully
Cause that's how it should be
I'm baking this beat like some cookies
I cook up some gold
Go back the burg
Then smoke up the dope like I'm Whoopi
I swear I won't change
I'm staying 10 toes
Cause I know how it should be
And I know how it could be
So I'm on point like wood be
I know how it could be
So I'm on point like wood be
I'm Brooklyn bandit
I'm in shape never famished
I rap make the beat vanish
I'm taking off never landing
I'm Brooklyn the bandit
The beat dropped and I ran it
I drip like I'm scamming
So I know these niggas can't stand it
I'm the stuyraqian native
Getting this breesh like everyday
Powering up like a Saiyan
Say a prayer if you get in my way
We'll heat you up like some Cajun
John Cena when you get in my face
I'm squinting up like I'm Asian
Run it up
Run it up
Run it up
I fuck on my girl till the sun come up
I'm first to the money no runner ups
I'm stressing all day need a double cup
Run up on me are dumb or what
When that choppa hit make you do double dutch
Throw salt in the womb watch it bubble up
No bow flex hit you with upper cuts
When I try to be positive
They really don't know what I'm saying
I dropped out of them colleges
The system designed for enslavin
If you not listening
Then that's your asphalt
Like you mixing up pavement
I don't have Parkinson
But I'm raging up
Till the point that I am shakin
If you don't fuck with me
Can't me company
Niggas will box you like Ali
I am like Optimus
Rolling with auto bots
They will transform if you try me
I am like Tien
My third eye is open
I'm hitting you niggas with tri-beams
I'm smoking on loud
It's busting my scalp
I open the bag
And it's lime green
So I wake up and pray
I thank the lord that a nigga woke up today
If you try and touch my family then you dying today
This is a peek at some thoughts
That just take place in my brain
Dana I love you
But I really don't wanna spend my life fighting
I swear that I love you
When I first saw you
I swear that it struck me like lightning
Made some mistakes
I fucked up the trust
But you were the one I was piping
Cyclops with vision
Your ex men are wishing
One look and you melt me like ice cream
I got persistence
I love with no limits
I'm just tryna make it a life thing
I Brooklyn the bandit ya
I'm from another millennium
So I feel like a alien
Time to take a flight like a carry on
Back on my bully
Cause that's how it should be
I'm baking this beat like some cookies
I cook up some gold
Go back the burg
Then smoke up the dope like I'm Whoopi
I swear I won't change
I'm staying 10 toes
Cause I know how it should be
And I know how it could be
So I'm on point like wood be
I know how it could be
So I'm on point like wood be
I'm Brooklyn bandit
I'm in shape never famished
I rap make the beat vanish
I'm taking off never landing
I'm Brooklyn the bandit
The beat dropped and I ran it
I drip like I'm scamming
So I know these niggas can't stand it
Credits
Writer(s): Lord Brooklyn
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