BRAINDEAD
Van Buren Records
GENRE
[Chorus: SAINT LYOR]
Wylin' out in my hometown everybody knows my song
She my biggest fan now yea she blowing up my phone
I'm like chip skylark they be knocking when I’m not home
They be banging my line now but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway but I wasn’t throwing in stones
I be on some militant shit like I’m G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge till I accomplish my goals
I be on some pimp shit cuz I ain’t built like no hoe
Worry on my wish list for the times I can’t cope
I almost had a death wish but I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
[Verse 1: Luke Bar$]
Get up on your knees
Give me head bitch (Gimme gimmie gimme)
Bitch I love brain, Pulling braids bitch (Pull it pull it pull it)
I be on the block make it rain (yeah)
I be on to block my wrist shaking
Caught him on the block he was shaking
Police bring a mop they been cleaning out the vacant (yeah)
I been stacking bread fuck vacations (yeah)
I be fucking bitches I ain’t trying to have no baby
Only thing I hate when a nigga think he made it
Blicky make a nigga acting different yeah
Blicky turning niggas into bitches yeah
Sticky gotta niggas seeing spirits yeah
Nigga want some beef they know imma vegetarian yeah
You gon' meet your umi if you keep trying to comparing ay
I’m not playing with no lil boy (let go)
I got bands in the ceiling boy (let go)
I just keep it cool
Gimme loot
Gimme head
Gimme tooth
Bitches pick and choose
She gon' choose who got bigger bands
[Verse 2: Lord Felix]
If you hear me, got them a hitters, And they down with that
If you tricking she need diamonds got no problems wit dat
When it dripping, slipping sliding, don’t know how i react
Shelby swerving, got me tight , he gave me heartache
City ridden drugs and violence, that’s my habitat
And that sticky gimme balance, gimme pound ah dat
Niggas doing all this talkin
They don’t how to rap
Thought i lost it huh
And i bounced back
Gimme dap
Call me bad
Michael Jack yeah
Rumor has
That we back in the lab Damn
Hold me back
Hold me back
On they ass now
Run it back run it
Run it back run it
[Chorus: SAINT LYOR]
Wylin' out in my hometown everybody knows my song
She my biggest fan now yea she blowing up my phone
I'm like chip skylark they be knocking when I’m not home
They be banging my line now but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway but I wasn’t throwing in stones
I be on some militant shit like I’m G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge till I accomplish my goals
I be on some pimp shit cuz I ain’t built like no hoe
Worry on my wish list for the times I can’t cope
I almost had a death wish but I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
[Verse 3: Jiles]
Knee deep in some bullshit, niggas posted at the function
E flash the 40 now these niggas want to talk about it
Chop it up I’m giving game like Dicky V
Had the dickies with the crease
Brothers pistol matched his sneaks
BeBe kids we was chilling in P’s
We was wildn'
We was with the ruckus roc a nigga at the Rucker
Roc-A-Fella, we was styling on you haters
And we balling like the majors
Major Payne, VB leave a legacy something like the Wayans
We ain’t paying shit but paid dues
And They say A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
And that’s right, Cuzzo in the kitchen cooking up a coupe
We was politicking, we was catching rec up on the stoop
[Chorus: SAINT LYOR]
Wylin' out in my hometown everybody knows my song
She my biggest fan now yea she blowing up my phone
I'm like chip skylark they be knocking when I’m not home
They be banging my line now but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway but I wasn’t throwing in stones
I be on some militant shit like I’m G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge till I accomplish my goals
I be on some pimp shit cuz I ain’t built like no hoe
Worry on my wish list for the times I can’t cope
I almost had a death wish but I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
Wylin' out in my hometown everybody knows my song
She my biggest fan now yea she blowing up my phone
I'm like chip skylark they be knocking when I’m not home
They be banging my line now but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway but I wasn’t throwing in stones
I be on some militant shit like I’m G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge till I accomplish my goals
I be on some pimp shit cuz I ain’t built like no hoe
Worry on my wish list for the times I can’t cope
I almost had a death wish but I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
[Verse 1: Luke Bar$]
Get up on your knees
Give me head bitch (Gimme gimmie gimme)
Bitch I love brain, Pulling braids bitch (Pull it pull it pull it)
I be on the block make it rain (yeah)
I be on to block my wrist shaking
Caught him on the block he was shaking
Police bring a mop they been cleaning out the vacant (yeah)
I been stacking bread fuck vacations (yeah)
I be fucking bitches I ain’t trying to have no baby
Only thing I hate when a nigga think he made it
Blicky make a nigga acting different yeah
Blicky turning niggas into bitches yeah
Sticky gotta niggas seeing spirits yeah
Nigga want some beef they know imma vegetarian yeah
You gon' meet your umi if you keep trying to comparing ay
I’m not playing with no lil boy (let go)
I got bands in the ceiling boy (let go)
I just keep it cool
Gimme loot
Gimme head
Gimme tooth
Bitches pick and choose
She gon' choose who got bigger bands
[Verse 2: Lord Felix]
If you hear me, got them a hitters, And they down with that
If you tricking she need diamonds got no problems wit dat
When it dripping, slipping sliding, don’t know how i react
Shelby swerving, got me tight , he gave me heartache
City ridden drugs and violence, that’s my habitat
And that sticky gimme balance, gimme pound ah dat
Niggas doing all this talkin
They don’t how to rap
Thought i lost it huh
And i bounced back
Gimme dap
Call me bad
Michael Jack yeah
Rumor has
That we back in the lab Damn
Hold me back
Hold me back
On they ass now
Run it back run it
Run it back run it
[Chorus: SAINT LYOR]
Wylin' out in my hometown everybody knows my song
She my biggest fan now yea she blowing up my phone
I'm like chip skylark they be knocking when I’m not home
They be banging my line now but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway but I wasn’t throwing in stones
I be on some militant shit like I’m G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge till I accomplish my goals
I be on some pimp shit cuz I ain’t built like no hoe
Worry on my wish list for the times I can’t cope
I almost had a death wish but I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
[Verse 3: Jiles]
Knee deep in some bullshit, niggas posted at the function
E flash the 40 now these niggas want to talk about it
Chop it up I’m giving game like Dicky V
Had the dickies with the crease
Brothers pistol matched his sneaks
BeBe kids we was chilling in P’s
We was wildn'
We was with the ruckus roc a nigga at the Rucker
Roc-A-Fella, we was styling on you haters
And we balling like the majors
Major Payne, VB leave a legacy something like the Wayans
We ain’t paying shit but paid dues
And They say A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush
And that’s right, Cuzzo in the kitchen cooking up a coupe
We was politicking, we was catching rec up on the stoop
[Chorus: SAINT LYOR]
Wylin' out in my hometown everybody knows my song
She my biggest fan now yea she blowing up my phone
I'm like chip skylark they be knocking when I’m not home
They be banging my line now but I only fuck with my clones
I was in that hallway but I wasn’t throwing in stones
I be on some militant shit like I’m G.I. Joe
They was always tryna judge till I accomplish my goals
I be on some pimp shit cuz I ain’t built like no hoe
Worry on my wish list for the times I can’t cope
I almost had a death wish but I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
Made it out that dark place
I made it out that woah
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