Lyrics:
on food
Choppa in the back, it kick like a mule
Poor house road, you know how we do
lackin flodgin, camera man on the news
I'm gettin bricks and bricks
I used to serve by my grandma's house (yeah)
I left some birds by my grandma's house (hah, brrt)
You knockin' at the door, but no, I can't come out
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
You built your house with stolen bricks, and it's all coming down
Trapped by your stolen bricks and we've all gathered 'round
You're painting pictures -
a place to hide my home ....
I've lived in houses composed of glass
Where every movement is charted,
But now the monitor screens are dark
And I can't
Can't get no string in no loop (can't get string)
I put her on boot (ayy)
So I can fuck these hoes by two (so I can smash)
She know we a group
Let her
house
Get the fuck out my house
(Aye aye bitch)
It’s about time you kick bricks
Left her forehead with the white kids
If ya homegirl want my dick
Tell her
and the yay is dirty dancing
Drop a gold deuce and it white just like some Louie Glass
Stupid Brick Squad chickens in stankin' through the plastic
Gettin 'em in
interrupt
We 'bout to meet in the back of the cut
I put my meat in the back of her gut
Stuck in some traffic, I'm swerving to cut
Baddie in passenger, curve
Fresher than some old cologne
Rolling like a mobile home
Brick house only stoned
Dick out Toblerone
This always goes over domes
Like water over Sandys tree
a glass house
And I'm slingin' stone
I snap a brick in half
Like I'm breakin' bones
Whole car full of work, hope I make it home
Yeah, strap right under my
got no blueprint just a purpose and a wrecking ball
[Chorus]
Brick by brick, we’ll take back what they took
Stand in the ashes of what once belonged
falling,
Started this shit and these rappers stalling,
The threat in the flesh I am a problem,
Fire in my eyes rage in my voice,
Dark passenger no longer by
I'm in the street still getting money i ain't got no passenger
I'm on the road to riches holla at ya when I'm passing ya
I'm smoking O.G. by my
I notice an hour pass
I shatter the hour glass
Matter can overpower mass if it really matters
I live in the moment and not a minute after
Count
mark, to meet Kim had to walk
Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark
To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's
That's about the time I
Stitch by stitch
Brick by brick
I rebuild myself
With the sticks
That you left in me
In my back
And you walk away
Not a scratch
I've been to this
Hey!
I got them bricks for the high and the purp by the pound
I'm posted on the block til the sun go down
I got houses in different continents
yeah
Came in my trap house, thought he'd get some glasshouse (damn)
Got to his spot, busted it down, damn he passed out (huh)
And we strapped up with
Quarter a brick
Half a brick ima brick layer
Could’ve been in economics
How i flip paper
Ima scholar that was blinded by the temptation
Quarter
Forgive you yea I might
But forget I could never
Curved me to the side
Left me in that stormy weather
I done had some rough times
I thought would
broke my heart
I picked up the pieces
That drifted apart
Now I've gotta
Keep things still standing
Don't throw bricks in these houses
I started
a big brick, tryna build a house
Tryna run my Mercedes out
Big grams in the granny couch
All of them killers won't make it out
I said all of them
France bitch, she kiss my wee-wee-wee
Yeah, I caught the ZaZa bands and a brick of iced tea
And they wonder how I rock the mink in hunnid degrees
'Cause
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