Lyrics:
Dodging bitches like the matrix
Zooming faster than a spaceship
Blind ya ass like the eclipse
Fuck around and get cha wig pilt
Run up them bands
Count up
Yute
Gold on ma teeth a help mi chew
Don't gotta tell us we jus do it
Am from a place call mountain view
Open niggaz head like Mountain Dew
ay rebirth
Hennessy different
You get ya crew jammed up
I got my blue bands up
I'll put you down when we come in
Contact like this two hand touch
Arsonal puts his hands
steel Eggo
Throwin rhymes in spirals like Joe Klecko
Miami Dolphin, now shut up, close your mouth and
you be hatin debatin, regurgitatin
Genesis, niggas stuck on beginner shit
Up down left right
Finish him
Rebirth entered another sentencing
Source translating through some cold
Yeah
It's has been one whole year
And I feel nothing has changed
Sitting in the room don't know what's the next step
The brain keeps shutting down
(Yeah, yuh, yeah, ay)
Rebirth!
(Yeah, yuh, yeah, ay)
Rebirth!
(Yeah, yuh, yeah, ay)
Rebirth!
Used to wake and bake with the birds
Now I get up
like 2
Ayy, I feel like 2Pac
Ayy, I'm pouring up the juice
Ayy, I'm pouring lean on the rocks, yeah
Yeah, I just ran up them bands (Outtatown, we
another song to write
Shit keeping me up at night
Sometimes I just feel like grist for the mill
Sometimes you got to push
Yourself through all the BS
But
girl)
Hey DJ (on the request line girl)
Play a record by my favorite band
I like to hear my favorite song on the radio
So I called and requested
the superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita
Rally chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers
And Ying Yang twins,
the Superdome
Chicken, wash it down with Abita, Rally Chicken, while we're spinning Big Freedia
And Rebirth Brass Band and Neville brothers and Ying Yang twins
the world, travel out and explore
Everything I'm working for, gonna pay off an award
When you fighting with yourself, everyday it feel like war
PTSD on my
brass section]
Ding ding, notification ring,
Another share, another ping.
It's the digital jazz, the electronic swing,
Where likes are love, and followers
daht daahh-dah!)
They say that it ain't what ya knows it's what ya feel
(but on the real side)
I'll take my real and goes up hill
Give me the real
the chrome not the brass
I feel like Jimmy Ima blast
Yeah, you just gotta get it don't ask for none
Gettin to high Ima astronaut
You just gettin by you not
drip get the bands wet
Hop up out my whip, I spend that shit and get it right back
21 and savage on these niggas, they don't like that
Goyard on my
And I get off like an acquittal, I spit it, you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled by midgets
It's like holdin' a nuke or a damn bazooka
came to the rap game, you feel me?
That's my title my nigga if you gotta give me one, I'm 'bout gettin paper
I just throw it up to my boy Myke Diesel for
under seats
I'ma shoot before believing what I see
My life is like a movie brought to you by me
Cameras in my face I feel like life is in a flash
But no
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
the more she looking so delectable
It feel right (write) but really it ain't legible
I'm finna blow like brass horn I can see it through the sandstorm
She
Sprinkle in the brass man
Drop it like a tag man
Feuled by passion (It's the Jazzman)
Checking the reaction (For the Jazzman)
Making shit happen (Jazzman)
Shine up the brass on the door
Alert the dust pail and broom
If it all goes as planned our time may be at hand any day now
Open the shutters and let in
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