Mama's Record Store (feat. Maxedout)
Brandon Whelan
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
It go Q-Tip, J Dilla and some Makaveli Mama put me on to music Her collection had so many Rappers that I learned to love I'm feeling older only twenty I was riding round like slater, Tyler Hoping curbs like bunny Let me tell a story, I was with my De La buddy And she goin off to college And she text me "hey let's study" She the realest that I know She had my back, I had no money And she told me grab her hand I did, it drove her nutty That's a line from Tribe It's late and we marauding Me and Tanner workin He Batman and I'm like Robin Going number one like Vice City It's uncommon And I'm doin vocal work Shoutout to Seth McFarlane I remember I would write my name and hand out CD's That's around the time when everybody walking in them Heely's Now fast forward fifteen years and everybody got on Yeezys And of course I had the talent But this skill it ain't come easy That's because of work And practice is what I conquer Bakari used to keep his raps inside a locker I remember being so little and playing Soccer And I never really liked school but music was my honor Your honor, I am sorry for the things that I did wrong I became a better person found my passion in some songs Yeah (yeah) Fifteen years later this shit crazy (Uh, listen) For real I been passionate for songs for so long It's crazy Ever since I heard that 99' Shady EP Ever since I hear that 05' Wayne CD I mean, I swear this shit been a breeze It just come easy to me I heard that Fireman joint and went insane Cause ain't nobody fucking with me, man I'm top three and I'm not three, I'm not two I'm steady being me, why would I wanna be you? I'm a lion in the jungle, you just playing in the zoo I'm back to rapping boom bap bars that go hard I smack attack if anybody fucking with my broads Cause ain't nobody fucking with my bars Don't get it wrong, the love the songs (Man you know they love the songs, I swear they love the songs) Uh, yo You just can't touch them (Why can't you touch them tho?) They untouchable (Oh) Un-F*ck-able with Like a ugly lil bitch (Damn!) Like a busted up chick I could run this whole shit without breaking a sweat I seen your faces getting red and you ain't making a check (Woo!) I been in basements writing bars I heard I'm next on Flex I heard I'm next on Sway The five fingers of death So when I pull up on Shade they gon' show me respect (Man you think I pull up to Shade 45 and they don't show me respect? F*ck is you talking bout') Yeah Cause I'm the next, man The best, man Yeah, uh F*ck outa here with all that noise Man you know I came to fucking represent I'm the best! Weezy F Baby type shit, you know the vibe (For real!) NLYB, Dino F*ck with us, you heard? Yeah You know the vibe
Become A Better Singer In Only 30 Days, With Easy Video Lessons!
Written by: Brandon Whelan, Maxwell Scimemi
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