BrainStorm

Yo sourmilk, what up brah

Justin credible, I hear you on the radio every night brah

This one for l.a. Leakers, turn me up

Shit, nigga don't be always, rapping on nigga's shit

This shit too groovy though, nigga had to get some

Smoking these backwoods, nigga

Touch the sky on the real nigga

Fig side, fig side

Fig side

Niggas out here chasing these hoes

My motivation, only switching up flows, nigga

And getting this dough

Studio with just me an my weed

Cause y'all tee'd

Fronting and brown nosing while asking questions

Trynna figure what I'm doing next

Can't you see I'm working

Mom's sick and says she needs a surgeon

Clothes dirty, and she need detergent

How the fuck that suppose to make me feel?

Shit is real, I just seen kendrick make a mil

Without a deal, just hard work and dedication

Ambition, and motherfucker I can't be waiting

You know what I'm saying, too many options on this land

But y'all don't hear me though

Went from "gimme" to more than twenty racks a month

I ain't rich, but I can stunt

Never wear it more than once

Smoking blunt after blunt

Eating lunch after brunch

Joy getting bigger now, and yeah that's my nigga

Even though sometimes, got to beat her ass

But she knows daddy's soft, spite she's screaming "fuck crash"

Ridding with my baby and we screaming "fuck that"

My daughter want more, so she be getting 3 a show

So this other bread can blow

What you saving for?

You know?

(And by the way sir, this fendi shirt's a go)

Just because there's more to it than music, you understand?

Niggas gotta have the whole package nowadays

Get a whip, get a chain

Less rapping nowadays

Where you from? You don't bang

Niggas actin' nowadays

All trappin' nowadays

Fake luger beat, bmf'ing nowadays

Man, you niggas are crazy

Dropped a record, got some bread, and went lazy

All the hoes say we wavy like the navy

Young dope niggas crackin' like the eighties

Fig side, sucka niggas can't fade me

Want the broccoli and the cheese, shit is gravy

Bucket hat made her wanna have my baby

Thoroughly popping from here to overseas

Fan feel us more cause they know we’re fucking g’s

On the radio, but are you buzzing? Nigga please

Just kilt a show in miami, let’s feel the breeze

Follow me, I’ll show you how we feast

Hit the lab and never leave for weeks, you weak

Must got your rhyme book at the lost and found, a clown

Hottest out

Me, rocky, danny brown

The crown

Move over because you’re finished

Tde push the limit, we locking it for a minute

Car service take me where ever

She bobbin’ because it’s tinted

Freak-a-leak, do it ‘til I skeet

Hit her with my signature at meet and greet

Fucking all from being me, it’s nothing though

You use to floss your bread, acting like you up, but now you broke

It’s nothing though

Shit ain’t up to par, now you wishing for a star

Hoping gotta go too far, cause he ain’t

Answering your goddamn calls

Blame the jealousy come out your jaws

Your whole project was a goddamn flaw

Your album sales proves you’re not that hard

You getting crucified on these damn blogs

Cause you don’t got bars, and you don’t got heart

And you got no skill

More on top is trash hooks, man you get that deal

I can smell your ass from here bruh, you not that ill

Getting stealed, they say you only talk about pills

Weed, money, bitches, hoes, sluts, hookers and butts

But what about that kid on the bus

When I met him, he didn’t have much

Told me his life was on stuck, couldn’t get over that hump

Until my record dropped and it bumped

Told me blessed was his favorite one, followed by that I’m the one

So I dapped him and gave my nigga a hug

He teary-eyed, saying there shit he had to overcome

I wish I still remember homie’s name

I wanna know if he knew he was giving game

Go harder in this game

Yo, shout out to my nigga that was

In new york, that I’m talking about

I really ain’t got no bars, I be tellin’ niggas that

Like, he really wasn’t on the bus, that nigga was at the show

I just said bus ‘cause I needed to rhyme and shit

Told you I ain’t got no bars

But yo, shout out to my nigga though

Real game, nigga

We gonna get this shit

Fig side, fig side

Soulo next, nigga

Shit ain’t done homie

Fig side