Lyrics:
Brandon Miller
Yeah
Giving straps to killers
In the red with the dead
I'm a walking thriller
Keep the hammer by my side
Bitch I'm bob the builder
Heavy
and risen
I needed a break from the prison
That I created now listen
To me eliminating my limits
No going back, so I guess that means that I'm going in
Yeah,
her father drew a ton
But all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72
The end he would subsequently pass
I know he had
here since 1986
But I swear I was born in 72, cause I be doin' that shit that your daddy do
Hatin' on me, I ain't mad at you, take my bitch, I ain't mad
I'm dodgin debacles like pot holes in Jamaica,
We cut down the weed, bury the paper on dem acres.
Martin had a dream, Bob got high,
I still do both
dodging the debacles like pot holes in Jamaica
We cut down the weed bury the paper on them acres
Martin had a dream bob got high I still do both but somehow
here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
I used to cop in Harlem, all of my Dominicano's
Right there up on Broadway, pull me back
Where you from? Oakland, smokin'
We from the Rich, though
The house party go up we used to be like, ""Richmond, smokin'!!""
Said my Granny stayed in
let’s ride out
Airship
Feel the bass
It put me in a craze
Where we could run a maze
And make it back by nights of day
I’m terrified of what’s to come
But
Milky, and I'm back
My ace in the hole was this brand new track
I'ma slow it up and speed it up and now you're gonna eat it up
Listen
Locked in lab
Basquiats oras here
Fell off for lil bit
But the come back
Like Cole I'm here
Bitches wave
When pass by
Niggas hating like
me
I'll be in another room when I hit from the back
Not to mention my refrigerator's taller than Shaq
So yippie-kay-yay, yippie-yie-yie-yo
If you
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
ever come close to the goat[01:55.38]It's never happening[01:56.42]I ducked off[01:57.10]Then peddled back[01:57.72]With better tracks[01:58.50]And
view mirror, nothin' but darkness cause I'm in too deep
No turning back, I'm overexposed
10,00 views and I was cold
20,000 views used to be loads
I
muzishnins' drop by de college to receive an honorary degree!
Thing-fish:
You lyin', boy! dey givin' degrees in 'tater husbandry' back de ol' alma-motta!
Evil
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
the wolf, knocking on his door
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hair of my chinny, chin, chin"
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not
in a Nissan
And I used to be embarrassed by his car but I was driven
Now a nigga got a Benz be my underprivileged too big
All I had was time
You know sometimes in life you just gotta shift your focus
Start countin them blessings
Count them blessings count them blessings count them
Grandma was baking all night long
Until she died from nothing at all
The Bob man raised his axe
The bear fired right back
The bitch of a bear was so cruel
nobody who don't fuck with the Vision
I see them put in work to discredit me
U Never rise by bringing others down, reality
Can't give you
Now let me take you back, back when Mosky and MD introduced me to trap
In the basement fuckin' up, tryna learn how to count
Now I'm a vet and this
"
Lets go to a party" muhfucka
Rap Game Bob Barker the price is right
Got diamonds in your fucking sight
6'2 the height and I smell like top flight
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