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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BRA Jr.
BRA Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andyr
Andyr
Producer

Lyrics

My brother got in some trouble but he just beat the case If it's it bout my people know I'm going ape Look "Evel Knievel" don't even wanna play Keep it real with your people until you hit the grave And I done really seen a lot of clowns dawg Squares in your circle be your downfall Thinking that you up but you down dawg You don't get a dap or a pound dawg A lot of fake love turn you into Rambo I swear I just want it this time Niggas don't understand how much I done put all on the line Think before you cross me or ya dead, real gun line Like you just missed the deadline nigga I'm talking lunch time Like why you on the bench 4th quarter I'm at the pylon Feeling like "The Nature Boy" taking on any pythons Ain't we all a hundred until we all gotta buy something Ain't nobody solid them hundreds steady be changing Told my people just hold on Take a little longer when from the bottom Squares in your circle better watch 'em keep yo face and don't move wrong A lot of niggas folding under pressure And not knowing that the pressure make the diamonds Only good as your tombstone while it's still pumping better find it Your bestie switching on you they the climate But I'd be got damn if I'm standing in a motherfucker face And I'm begging for forgiveness Franky Lyman Told my people just hold on I'ma make it right two rights get four wrongs Never been the type who you could just fold on Reminiscent state I still got Jabo's on I'm stuck in my ways Frozone Cheesing with them rats fuck around and get told on Derrick Rose face like the soul gone And I don't want to kick it with you laugh crack a joke leave it alone dawg Off the cliff is where I threw the bone dog I'm talking you my brother my round Ain't it's crazy how I gotta watch how you get around A lot of chatter from the sideline like you ain't in bounds Nigga I swear opinions never mattered I make it happen and do me regardless Take you out the picture bitch I'm the artist Draw it up and execute bitch junior the sergeant or the general To the top is somewhere that we finna to go And I ain't really fucking with you suckers tentacles It's crazy when that pressure hit Niggas gone fold I turn to iron looking out for the team think I'm Bron Bron I'on want to hear that bullshit let bygones be bygones Fuck it I'm tryna buy guns I gotta couple wild ones in my circle Me my head straight but I could really turn to Urkel Have you scared straight with no purpose Give a fuck about a snake or a serpent if you trusting better make sure its worth it Told my people just hold on Take a little longer when from the bottom Squares in your circle better watch 'em keep yo face and don't move wrong A lot of niggas folding under pressure And not knowing that the pressure make the diamonds Only good as your tombstone while it's still pumping better find it Your bestie switching on you they the climate But I'd be got damn if I'm standing in a motherfucker face And I'm begging for forgiveness Franky Lyman Told my people just hold on Two rights get four wrongs Take a little longer when from the bottom Two rights get four wrongs
Writer(s): Jack Russell, Mark S. Kendall, Loren Black, Gary J. Holland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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