Lose It

Brodi finna find excuses

Then he gon' ride, see my mind, gon' lose it

Brodi, brodi, brodi finna find excuses, 'cuses

Ride, ride, ride, see my, lose it, lose it

Brodi finna find excuses

Then he gon' ride, see my mind, gon' lose it

Brodi, brodi, brodi finna find excuses, 'cuses

Ride, ride, ride, see my, lose it, lose it

Get down, get low

Blacked out, dress code

Forty-five rounds, best know

One sound coming through your headphones

Everybody get down, get low

Blacked out, dress code

Forty-five rounds, best know, baby

You ain't too young to get smoked, baby

Sweet boy hanging with the street boys

If I'm too far gone, blamed it on my surroundings

Likely that it's unlike me

Roll up with less than a eight ball inna di Calvins

I ain't even out banging my darg

Everybody talk tough but I know they ain't about it

Two ways, bro going OT

One shot turn that lil mole hill into a mountain

Grease, done 'em up neat

What we don't hear ain't never unseen

That Coke still float like Muhammad Ali

Cah my bro bro get it from another country

Every year drug deal summer

One step, run up

Then MJ, man change colour

Wouldn't wanna be my man

Tech fleece stretched free if you see my man

Everybody get down, get low

Blacked out, dress code

Forty-five rounds, best know

One sound coming through your headphones

Everybody get down, get low

Blacked out, dress code

Forty-five rounds, best know, baby

You ain't too young to get smoked, baby

Brodi finna find excuses

Then he gon' ride, see my mind, gon' lose it

Brodi, brodi, brodi finna find excuses, 'cuses

Ride, ride, ride, see my, lose it, lose it

Brodi finna find excuses

Then he gon' ride, see my mind, gon' lose it

Brodi, brodi, brodi finna find excuses, 'cuses

Ride, ride, ride, see my, lose it, lose it

I grew up in a place where man blaze and pop corn

Till they get hit then twist and turn like Popcaan

**** fly birds from the junction

See him try slump one, oh what a bum bum

I told karma we can cha cha

Cah bro bro got a strap by the car park

You warn take it darker? We can start off

The family got more ties than Obama

Wheels revving, we keep sinning, that's Sod's law

Still smelling like teen spirit and Tom Ford

Crack rocks in black socks, you want more?

Abs gone, they clap shots that's encore

Huh, you warn peace? Don't bother

Cuz still doing ride outs in a OLA

Wouldn't wanna be my man

Tech fleece stretched free if you see my man

Everybody get down, get low

Blacked out, dress code

Forty-five rounds, best know

One sound coming through your headphones

Everybody get down, get low

Blacked out, dress code

Forty-five rounds, best know, baby

You ain't too young to get smoked, baby

Brodi finna find excuses

Then he gon' ride, see my mind, gon' lose it

Brodi, brodi, brodi finna find excuses, 'cuses

Ride, ride, ride, see my, lose it, lose it

Brodi finna find excuses

Then he gon' ride, see my mind, gon' lose it

Brodi, brodi, brodi finna find excuses, 'cuses

Ride, ride, ride, see my, lose it, lose it