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Mac Miller - Brand Name
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Mac Miller
Mac Miller
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Elle Varner
Elle Varner
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Thundercat
Thundercat
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David Jordan
David Jordan
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Jeremy Kulousek
Jeremy Kulousek
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Malcolm McCormick
Malcolm McCormick
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Patrick Adams
Patrick Adams
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Stephen Bruner
Stephen Bruner
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Zachary Vaughan
Zachary Vaughan
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Eric Dan
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Big Jerm
Big Jerm
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Chris Athens
Chris Athens
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Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
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Eric Dan
Eric Dan
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ID Labs
ID Labs
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We in between heaven and hell Fuck your 9 to 5, I'd rather end up dead or in jail American ninja to these obstacles No stoppin' me, we on the move Your mouth runnin' like a prostitute's Keep your head to yourself I work harder than anybody you know I'm done with tricks, don't need no money to blow Deadly aim, self contained Superstar, they yell the name Blood diamonds, finna go to hell for my chain The P fitted on my head though I'm too high, you can't reach me with the cell phone No goodbyes, no hellos You don't want this life I live You'd rather had the wife and kid Shootin' dice with Jesus Christ, put 20 on the midnight To everyone who sell me drugs Don't mix it with that bullshit I'm hopin' not to join the twenty seven club Just want the coke dealer house with the velvet rug Fuck the world there's no one else but us Everything we think we love It ain't nothing but a brand name To everyone but us Ain't nothing but a brand name, nothing but a brand name Ask her what she wearing, say it's nothing but a brand name Baby, this right here is hand made I got brothers I don't need no friends My shoes off I'm comfortable, I'm chillin' smokin' weed again I'm from the 'Burgh not the burbs Investigating my nation, homie we ain't concerned We're from the 412 out to the 310 We're from the pavement in my basement to them yellow brick roads See, I was on my Ps & Qs like L-M-N-O But kickin' bitches out my crib, somebody tell 'em go home, I don't know I was in the crib with my different shit Simple livin', I'm a hypocrite Cause I'm filthy rich, I got businesses Been had wifey's, have mistresses Been tryna tell you what my vision is, but y'all still ain't listening The war ain't winnin, it just beginnin' And I've been 'bout Sparta like Michigan I got stats, they got opinions, I got facts The bro left home, but he came back This what raised me, made me rap PA's baby, I ain't been to PA lately See, I left, they call me shady I'm a white rapper, they always call me shady Got no idea what I'm contemplatin', I guess... It ain't nothing but a brand name To everyone but us It ain't nothing but a brand name, nothing but a brand name Ask her what she wearing, say it's nothing but a brand name Baby, this right here is hand made La, la, la, la La, la, la, la Yeah La, la, la, la Everyday we love, love Good morning La, la, la, la Good morning And everyone want- Good morning La, la, la, la Good morning Yeah
Writer(s): Patrick Adams, Malcolm James Mccormick, Stephen Lee Bruner, Eric A. Dan, Zachary Vaughn, Jeremy Kulousek, David Louis Jordan Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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