BRAD PITT CYPHER

I, I, I, I hope the day I day
I can see you in your eyes
I know these bitches 'round me try to act superfly
They ain't on my level
They ain't that guy
Always trying act tough
Like bitch, where your fire
Bitch, why'd you cry
Thinkin' shit old, like nah
You know I keep a grudge
You know I keep them signs
You know I ain't like that other man
I ain't reply
I ain't give time
I ain't waste time

'Cause you know where I'm from
Days stay limited
Ain't no new bitch
Ain't no new fix
Them white people try to keep it tame
They keep it limited
Keep that shit on DL
New shit on Zelle
New shit for sale
Need that on Grailed
Need that Finelle
Need that finesse
Get it off my chest
Need that, I'm pressed
Fuck is you sayin' bitch
I fuck your best

Staying humble is a hard thing to master, man
I ain't a mastermind
I ain't 'bout that grind
I ain't 'bout all them antics and other crimes
I just stick to what I know
I ain't the last dime

Smokin' twenty, that shit laced
Ready to embrace
I ain't getting fleeced
You know that's dumb shit
Look at the sheets
Shit be all burned
Shit get on my nerves
Shit make me mad
Shit make me angry
When I pull up, I'm sad
Like, what the fuck you want from me
You know that success, I need it bad
I do this for my dad
I know, I be making him feel like he run track

When all them emotions be roundin', man
I'm sounding, man
I'm here, yeah
I'm 'bout it, man
I might stay for a long time
But, you know, I'm here for the right time
And the right grind
And the right minds
To show me how to fuckin' shine
To show me how to fuckin' shine
To show me how to fuckin' shine



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Writer(s): Joaquin V
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