Brick City (feat. Chris P the Kid, Wavvy & J3)

Just hear me out...
Listen...

I got
Dreams of rising to the top with all my people
I'm tryna be Messiah, but inside I'm feeling evil
I cannot take a breather when my story's not a sequel
I just gotta live out
And maybe one day I won't need the reefer
Puffing loud just to keep me in my place
I say it to you once just to give a little taste
Im saying
Show me love or get the fuck up out my face
I feel like that's enough
To keep me up and in my place
So I can keep in touch
With inner love and concentrate
On feelings that I contemplate
You acting tough you can't relate
Gotta keep my head on straight
I'm spitting bars, regurgitate
You running with me now
When I blow you better up your pace
'Cause niggas waste they time
They see you grind
Now they want your plate
I'm headed for the line
Right on time you know I'm never late
That's how I'm made (True)
That's how I'm made (Facts)
Let's keep it straight
Let's keep it straight

She show me love
Though I swear to God, I can't relate
I been heartless since them dawgs stole my dinner plate
Drugs in my system
The only way I can keep it straight
That bitch a treesh so I said go head
Keep the cake

I'm from brick
When you make it out, you become a lick
That can't be me I got family to feed
I keep a stick
And you was my brother 'til you left
I can't forgive what you did
And fuck living long
I just wanna live

You know
It's Papi J3 and when it
Comes to this I ain't a real geek (Real geek)
I'm not cocky I'm just saying how it really is
And all you lil niggas
Are my fucking kids (Babies)
I'm from Jersey and it come with the mindset (Mindset)
Either kill or be killed
It ain't that complex (Facts)
I don't really be around all that drama (All that drama)
Talking shit gon' get you hit with that thunder
(Boo boo boo boom!)
Niggas claiming that they real
But they really not
This that phony shit
That I really see a lot
Fake bozos always be around the realest niggas
Watch your back
Cause you never know when they gon' sneak you
(Watch your back)
I'ma turn all these rags
To fucking riches (Get that bag)
And these diamonds 'round my neck
Gone take all your bitches (Bling bling)
Niggas sleeping on my now
But they gon' wake up
But by the time they do
They gon' be out of luck

She show me love
Though I swear to God, I can't relate
I been heartless since them dawgs stole my dinner plate
Drugs in my system
The only way I can keep it straight
That bitch a treesh so I said go head
Keep the cake

I'm from brick
When you make it out, you become a lick
That can't be me I got family to feed
I keep a stick
And you was my brother 'til you left
I can't forgive what you did
And fuck living long
I just wanna live

I just wanna live...
Yeah... I just wanna live
Fuck all that... fuck what they talking 'bout
Wavvy gang bitch it's what I'm fucking with...



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Writer(s): Chris Phillips
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