Lyrics:
miss it's sumin like Tom Brady precision
Gotta separate the real from the fake just like a partition
Like a partiton
If you lucky to find people who
suggest you pout
I'ma send this nigga out, get blessed by the God
Don't get clapped on
Just a young black man with a backbone
In the back come home,
the Brady Bunch
[Jin]
Yo, hey yo I still got it
Sick flow with a ill logic
Battle verses are spittin by the real topic
Don't get ripped on the spot
How you
hungry, you getting robbed
By me, Biggie Smalls and The Delfonics
Yo, man, yeah, yeah, take it back to Rae shit
Straight off the muthafucking concrete,
For years we never felt
How life was passing by
We would jump right back
With no concern
For the time
How'd we go from all those long nights
back and unwind we age better with the time call us wine
You made by design, image so divine not the nine
Apple of my eye you can cut the pine
Can't
back in the skull
Rolling when you ride, poppin'
Rolling when you ride, ride the ride
Got one that's straight acting
Turnt out like some dirty
Brady
I ain't no martyr but bet you I walk on water
Cut my Third Eye open
Now my folk and em' think I'm crazy but
I'm taking offers and calling up my
out the back, dookie flyin outta my pants
You got the keys, yea boy now make that engine dance
This shit is stallin, fuck man they strapped up
Lets
motherfuckers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers
The OG gatekeep rappers
The would-you-take-a-break-please rappers
Bunch of words and ain't sayin' shit, I
spit venom
You're a bad bitch with a real good kitten
And I got the appetite of them fat black women
Wolf Gang in this bitch with a bunch of rats with
I been workin on the farm
Just me and my brother Jack
Choppin a sea of cotton
Till I thought Id break my back
Everything changed
When my daddy
not do not worry let me walk by I'm living my whole different story
I couldn't fucking dare to spare my fucking time
With you a bunch of nobodies
she a thot, by the way I do favors
Comfortable in my pocket, Tom Brady
I’m the new James Bond, need my broad Tomb Raider
Angelina, bring the beef homie
look but no he can't touch
When it come to the money I get a lil greedy
Like Brady I just need a bunch, no I don't wanna cuddle
I ain't here to love you
on Brady
Late night, stalk you and yo lady
C three this shit gone be gravy
Moma they bet not try play me
Grandma they play ima bait 'em
Reel 'em in and ima
a whole bunch of shots, so we dead on
Yeah, uh-huh
Yeah, whole bunch of hundreds on me, diamonds on me so frozen
No love for these hoes, I hit her one
gon' run it to em bet
It's all good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin weed in my bag lunch
And all through
in my basement
Cramp, we done laced it
Liam Neeson, she taken
Dance, keep shaking
Foul play it's a flagrant
Rants, need the runts
Brady bunch, her legs
diamonds is real
Showed 'em how to shine by they selves
You need a cosign for your health
I need that bitch to grind on my belt
I know you need to try
The sun is sitting low
But the sky is blue
Hoping for the same connection
Is she waiting there
By The Hippodrome
Sit right back and watch a movie
to Rome, or home
Brazil, for real
Wherever I go she goes
Wherever I go she goes
Guess who's back in the, house
With a bunch of souvenirs and a smile
Switchin’ up just like you Brady
I just wanna call you baby
I got these racks up like its easy
I call you back but you too needy
I get my checks up
see the diamonds
They don't wanna see you ridin'
They don't wanna see you pull up foreign with a bunch of foreigns right behind you
They don't wanna
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