Lyrics:
thing, the hustle is free (Oh)
I'm in my spot, I ain't gotta compete
I'm the iron woman breaking up the glass ceiling
When they throw a brick
I add to my
like I'm from these parts (Let's go)
With bricks in a Mit'subishi panel
The hustler instincts that I really channel
Brought me home like Mickey Mantle
strong
Just can't tell the difference
Whether we're right or wrong
We're in a halfway house for love
Where gettin' by is good enough
Until it's not
the passenger seat
Nice *** *** *******, and her a*** is litty
And her face is pretty, and her bag is Fendi
Ciroc everywhere heres a glass of Diddy
And i'm
on the corner with a brick in my hand
When my mother told me sit in the van, nah fuck that
Foot Locker chained up, wire cutters cut that
Niggas Crip walking
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
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 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
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
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 -
nice eight ball jean jacket to the last court hearing
I'm ready to change
Add shorty spit in my chicken and rice
I've been fully consumed by hatred,
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
can you provide a tour
20 years you've been sitting in the passenger seat to spit in cyphers
Yeah, you've been a rider
Guess the H in your name stands
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
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
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
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