07 Brady
I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
Behind the line like a quarterback with a blitz coming, I avoid the sack
Them big numbers, shit I dream of, amongst other things, I had to toy with that
Duck cases and shell cases, on my current path ill find hells basement
From the 'jects but im not Pat, still triple 6, shit I'm hell raising
This well paced, I aint break the fall, bitch
The fell break, aint word play, know what I'm saying
Lot at stake and I'm done playing, mistakes had nine spraying
Nine shots had none laying
Thank God for the lack of aim, on the line I got Shaq to blame
On my life I had problems mane
Opportunity must forgot my name
no immunity to this fucking game, wont no jewelry ever ease the pain
Keep on soul searching cause my soul was hurting
I'm like the sole survivor cause I'm so emerged in
Finding answers I may never get, lie and slander
Why you damage him
I'm the one they slander but they wish they did
Half the things that I've really lived
Amazing I even fucking lived and you still judge me off of nonsense
Quarter true, the rest lies since
Even so I've still progressed, you aint God homie, you aint got shit
Goddamn homie you still gothic, you 33, still aint got kids
I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
Behind the line like a quarterback with a blitz coming, I avoid the sack
Them big numbers, shit I dream of, amongst other things, I had to toy with that
Duck cases and shell cases, on my current path ill find hells basement
From the 'jects but im not Pat, still triple 6, shit I'm hell raising
This well paced, I aint break the fall, bitch
The fell break, aint word play, know what I'm saying
Lot at stake and I'm done playing, mistakes had nine spraying
Nine shots had none laying
Thank God for the lack of aim, on the line I got Shaq to blame
On my life I had problems mane
Opportunity must forgot my name
no immunity to this fucking game, wont no jewelry ever ease the pain
Keep on soul searching cause my soul was hurting
I'm like the sole survivor cause I'm so emerged in
Finding answers I may never get, lie and slander
Why you damage him
I'm the one they slander but they wish they did
Half the things that I've really lived
Amazing I even fucking lived and you still judge me off of nonsense
Quarter true, the rest lies since
Even so I've still progressed, you aint God homie, you aint got shit
Goddamn homie you still gothic, you 33, still aint got kids
I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that
My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing
The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact
50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack
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Writer(s): Christian Russ
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