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Daniel Bramlett
Daniel Bramlett
Songwriter

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Too many fan fictions in hip hop, ain't a **** real
3 goons got the bases loaded and I'm going for the steal
I'm truly jacking for beats while y'all just falling head over hills
It'll be black and yellow everywhere, when they kill him for a bill
Crew jump, get a crew slumped
Move once you dumb **** your move dunce
Code name leprechaun
Cause once you lose your coins coins you all out of luck
From the ground up a **** had to build
Lifting **** souls, it's still angels in the field
The weapons i was blessed with any other **** would yield
Code name Rollins, i put the spear in the asylum and i did it with a shield
These clips been through a breakup the way they dumping
Have a round on yo mind like you thinking of something
Beats Steve Austin with the drops, it's stunning
Code name Rip Hamilton, you always see the best when the man mask upping
I like my liquor how i like my women yeah the darker the better
But if something else interest me then you know it's whatever
People say that I'm clever, cracked a chick her name heather
Put the ball in her mouth and did a spin her code name was tether
When i step in the room man it feels like a blessing
Once them bars hit ya chest man it feels the congestion
Everybody want to rap do you see the depression
When rats see stars in the mirror man i guess that they confessing
Anybody catch the felony the charge is unbiased
A lot of **** claim to be up next but most **** lying
Caught a **** in the window, why these **** be spying
Got a gun so big, hulkamania pose just to fire it
Two twin cannons keep bussing
Until the lead stop
Fuck a is he dead kick
Hit'em with a hogan leg drop
Written by: Daniel Bramlett
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