Brix
(HAHAHA)
I'm speeding
Foot up on the gas 'till I crash the whip
I need something' to believe in
Since '05 manna gotta chase them bricks
Got a couple caps now I'm beamin'
She wanna dip now
I ain't calling the quits
Got them dogs there with me
Got my head in the ceiling
I've been chasing that feeling
Till the lights go dim
I gotta get my bread up
Tired of being broke
Gotta make amends for all these zeroes
I'm boutta catch a case for the money he owes
It's time to get with the program
Brown boy done turned into the dopeman
Been cooking crack since '009
Shit, manna been underground, landmine
Head up stay speedin' through the stop signs
New Orleanin'
Ball in this bitch
Boss shot caller
Father to the kids
If you on my side
Then you 100 off the rip
Too much pride
Just to slide off a cliff
Too much pride
But ya boy took a hint
Down and they tagged me
Boy took a hit
Got his lip patchy
Boy sink the ship
So I'm feeling like the greatest
And it's hard for them to miss
Niggas be friendly
Nah I ain't certain
I'm a pull they card
Like it's morning time and curtains
Moves I make
Realest niggas at my service
Internet niggas
I'm the realest that's in person
Niggas be mad
Room for shit to worsen
Don't got the money
Then you not getting verses
It ain't shit
Until I sign it cursive
Young mahal forever
I'm a god nigga worship
I'm speeding
Foot up on the gas 'till I crash the whip
I need something' to believe in
Since '05 manna gotta chase them bricks
Got a couple caps now I'm beamin'
She wanna dip now
I ain't calling the quits
Got them dogs there with me
Got my head in the ceiling
I've been chasing that feeling
Till the lights go dim
I gotta get my bread up
Tired of being broke
Gotta make amends for all these zeroes
I'm boutta catch a case for the money he owes
It's time to get with the program
Brown boy done turned into the dopeman
Been cooking crack since '009
Shit, manna been underground, landmine
Head up stay speedin' through the stop signs
New Orleanin'
Ball in this bitch
Boss shot caller
Father to the kids
If you on my side
Then you 100 off the rip
Too much pride
Just to slide off a cliff
Too much pride
But ya boy took a hint
Down and they tagged me
Boy took a hit
Got his lip patchy
Boy sink the ship
So I'm feeling like the greatest
And it's hard for them to miss
Niggas be friendly
Nah I ain't certain
I'm a pull they card
Like it's morning time and curtains
Moves I make
Realest niggas at my service
Internet niggas
I'm the realest that's in person
Niggas be mad
Room for shit to worsen
Don't got the money
Then you not getting verses
It ain't shit
Until I sign it cursive
Young mahal forever
I'm a god nigga worship
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Writer(s): Rajive Alcindor
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