Brentville Finesse

Yo, give me you attention
I won't say it again
I won't
I won't

Walked up out the trenches took the bullet out the gun
Done fuckin with them killers shedding blood like its for fun
They stay running from the truth
But I stay running to the gun
Pls don't ask me how I do it
Just know I got the fuck shit done

Going gang gang on niggas too geeked up on fake ambition
My moves stay calculated
Add up
Multiply
Division
I'm always on a new mission
Not into making traditions
If you asking for assistance
I give it and don't need mentions
That's what's real cuz
Telling you what trill does
You hanging with the wankstas
Oh no thank ya
That's your clique huh?
*laughter*
Hold up
That's your clique huh?
*laughter*
Give up
That's your clique?
What

To all them niggas in my hood
Go and kiss my fucking ass
Stepping on these niggas necks
Cause a bitch got hella class
I don't want or need your cash
Lemme give you some advice
If they say that I'm bananas then you know I'm in the right
That's alright
I'm alright
A walking paradox you can call me splice

Im Blowing berries at these niggas cause they mufucking fairies
When they come across an OG then they act so fucking scary

Sit down
And be humble
You stay dripping in the jewelz that's your fumble
My divinity is cool so no tumble
I got a riki tiki tool for your crumble

Believe dat
Never need a weed map
We stay cool wit weed man
Tell us when you need that
Now we smacked

On mothas
Go and ask my brothers
Putting that on what I love that they can never touch us
Used to be the weakest link
Now niggas call me Alpha
So when you step up to my tribe you better be respectful

Yeah
Goodluck
Goodluck
Goodluck
Good

Cause I walked up out the trenches
Yeah I walked up out the trenches
Imma boss up in these trenches
And we stay tribeing in these trenches



Credits
Writer(s): Tyricka Sanders
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