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Can't Relate
by YJK Brando
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Yeah, so you know like, when I started recording that hoe, I was trying to get my voice right
Boy AJ here with me
I started rapping that hoe, he started nodding his head on the first bar
And that's no cap
That's how I knew this bitch was gonna be hard
Yeah
Yeah, so when I was bumping this beat
I was riding the car with my nigga AP
He told me to kill this hoe, and keep my foot on y'all neck
Talk like I got it
This one for you AP
Yeah
Food on my plate, yeah you know I'ma eat that
Get in my way, you get broke like a Kit Kat
Niggas be talking, I Aint with the yip, yap
Fuck all these hoes, they stay talking, this that
Niggas be talking, who the hardest
And Jackson is far as concern, it ain't up for debate
I'ma keep running that money up, shitting on people and rubbing these fuck nigga face
Trying to find out who up next, I'm right here
Put that shit right in, they face make it clear
Run up a bag on they ass, feed my pears
And then we go, ghost on they ass, disappear
Straight outta Jackson, I'm from the eastside
When the talk about money I'm running olay
To Much money to make to be talking relation
When she get at that then I be like, I'm okay
Been telling myself I'm the best, he said come and get that I said I'm on the way
All this pain in my eyes from the hurt in my heart, I pull up they be like damn Brando bake
If you heard all this shit, that my mom said today it would told you to go get your cape
Up off my ass, run my way to get that
Think my brain told me, y'all can't relate
What's up, boy
These niggas ain't like us, ain't like us
And it really that simple
Yeah, it's really that simple
Ain't none of y'all niggas like me
Brando
Yjk cme mmp
You already know what we do
I do it for real, you niggas be floppin'
Bro keep on asking me what this shit dropping
If you ain't talking money, I'm changing the topic
Famo' my back cause I'm all out of options
Foot on the gas ain't no coming in last
I'm running a race, until God call me home
These niggas be capping, they hatin' your shit
But be ride on your dick when they see that you on
Now that be so crazy, got me sleep, I'm sedated
I never switch up, I'd rather stay basic
Now y'all in my face, ask this shit like we dating
You wasn't with me from the start, stick to hate
Remember them days back in school, I was bumpy and lame and no one knew my name
Now I'm up on they ass, in reverse on they ass, and they looking like this nigga changed
And my eyes looking up to me, gripping their top once I get in my nigga that's game
One foot on they neck finna stomp til it break
He can't heal it cause I got no brace
When I drop all this shit, this shit turn into hits
They gone say Brando what's that you say
Up off my ass, route my way to get that
Think my brain told me y'all can't realate
Yeah, so you know like, when I started recording that hoe, I was trying to get my voice right
Boy AJ here with me
I started rapping that hoe, he started nodding his head on the first bar
And that's no cap
That's how I knew this bitch was gonna be hard
Yeah
Yeah, so when I was bumping this beat
I was riding the car with my nigga AP
He told me to kill this hoe, and keep my foot on y'all neck
Talk like I got it
This one for you AP
Yeah
Food on my plate, yeah you know I'ma eat that
Get in my way, you get broke like a Kit Kat
Niggas be talking, I Aint with the yip, yap
Fuck all these hoes, they stay talking, this that
Niggas be talking, who the hardest
And Jackson is far as concern, it ain't up for debate
I'ma keep running that money up, shitting on people and rubbing these fuck nigga face
Trying to find out who up next, I'm right here
Put that shit right in, they face make it clear
Run up a bag on they ass, feed my pears
And then we go, ghost on they ass, disappear
Straight outta Jackson, I'm from the eastside
When the talk about money I'm running olay
To Much money to make to be talking relation
When she get at that then I be like, I'm okay
Been telling myself I'm the best, he said come and get that I said I'm on the way
All this pain in my eyes from the hurt in my heart, I pull up they be like damn Brando bake
If you heard all this shit, that my mom said today it would told you to go get your cape
Up off my ass, run my way to get that
Think my brain told me, y'all can't relate
What's up, boy
These niggas ain't like us, ain't like us
And it really that simple
Yeah, it's really that simple
Ain't none of y'all niggas like me
Brando
Yjk cme mmp
You already know what we do
I do it for real, you niggas be floppin'
Bro keep on asking me what this shit dropping
If you ain't talking money, I'm changing the topic
Famo' my back cause I'm all out of options
Foot on the gas ain't no coming in last
I'm running a race, until God call me home
These niggas be capping, they hatin' your shit
But be ride on your dick when they see that you on
Now that be so crazy, got me sleep, I'm sedated
I never switch up, I'd rather stay basic
Now y'all in my face, ask this shit like we dating
You wasn't with me from the start, stick to hate
Remember them days back in school, I was bumpy and lame and no one knew my name
Now I'm up on they ass, in reverse on they ass, and they looking like this nigga changed
And my eyes looking up to me, gripping their top once I get in my nigga that's game
One foot on they neck finna stomp til it break
He can't heal it cause I got no brace
When I drop all this shit, this shit turn into hits
They gone say Brando what's that you say
Up off my ass, route my way to get that
Think my brain told me y'all can't realate