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Griselda
Yeah

Shit you cook up a brick to
Cocaine paradise, nigga (they know we the illest niggas doin' this shit)

Look, I pulled up in that

posted on the block
With a brick, drug house and me
I'll be turning white to gold fiends, love the alchemy
Yeah I know I'm nice, won't hold the door for no

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

always be a trap, nigga I got to 
I'ma always keep a strap, nigga I got to

Got a new plug in California, nigga get the Cali bud by the Bundle nigga
1

and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck

for action
This real life shit
Got no time for re-enactments
Gotta hit the bricks
Cus they lurking where the stash is
Be Something More
I ain't going

the building with more bricks than Bob Builder

Heart froze with white hair and a broad shiver
Without true love, you know the cursed stay out-witted
A go with

leads to the
palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm

gestures give man's pressure like when the weapon rise
My words been weaponized
Y'all herbs should recognize that observed by any metric I'm
Nice with it

Imagine
A white house
All concrete
Not brick
Concrete
Dreary
It looks like chalk
A broken home
Literally
There are cracks in the concrete
Inside

Turnin' my phone off, you gotta find me by a blood hound
And I don't smoke nor drink when I'm workin' on these beats
I gotta lock in 100 percent, charge it

kinda quick
Find a Pisa connect to get you plugged on yo bricks
Hit the dope spot and distribute the shit
To knocks that buy rocks and runners that moved

the flow's so sick
Pound for pound, my fists swing bricks
Your bars ain't shit
Your balls and your dick ain't shit
Your friends, your crew, your clique ain't

to the brain like you playing in white
Drake with the light and its simular height
Cops and robbers thats whats out in the night
Take this right leave em flushed

3rd Coast

Z-Ro

Vs. The World

2000

drew it up and screwed them up and see went through with the

Plan
Jumped in the mix with hundred bricks and now a mobbing gorilla
You had to miss go

prosper
Sponsored by the sickest members
Bilderberg meetings with hidden agendas
Sent to injure and depopulate
Dumb us down from a spiritual and conscious

you want to
I've been by the shit, don't ask what I'm gonna do
Now, take a ride with the hoss
Half ounce of slangin' the soft
Now that's some OG talk

niggas ain't true to the blue
I bet your blue lights white
She with the Owe's while you sleep at night
Told her that ain't right, while I reached inside

was in the trap like Kevin using my uncle bricks
I been to more funerals than graduations
Stop treating niggas death like its a celebration
Judge a man

moving forward

From redlining to lines read by these white kids
I was fed Ramen, now rhyming off the noodle's my sphere
and said "guidance" provided; they

happy to see me
The Unit, by now you niggas should be used to it
I guess I gotta play the tape back and let you view it
Take these bullets out this K

whatever I paid I’m trying to recoup
Bitch I’m truth I’m giving you proof every L I done took I done went and regrouped
I done turned crumbs into some bricks

Hell Rell:
I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash
I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask
Rap

nigga don't even guess
White shoes, black shirt, baseball cap, triple x
Man, I'm so fly all these bitches wanna do me
But I ain't the type of nigga that's