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Say Brotha
You awful calm for a mother fucker with untapped potential
Get yo ass up, sitting there fucking around
It's a throne out there with your name on it
But you got to forge it, you got to protect it
Respect it, whatever you do, don't neglect it
You see it seems you're infected with the key to the grave
But shit remember your name, and don't be afraid
There we go
Leek on the beat, and he still grieving
Brought the drums to life now they getting beat by Jesus
Sent this beat to the gates, flows not for demons
Told me tune my lyrics down, nah fuck you meaning
The people need rap like a crib need keys in
To open up a door and that's the code I keyed in
And fuck who on the fence pussy I'm not leaning
Got ten little piggies on this east coast cement
Type to rap about some raw, get on my knees and repent
It's praise to the sky while I'm in this deep end
Feel like X, fuck it, I'm slipping, I get up
And you can hold your breath waiting cause my struggle just a hiccup
I can't tell you everything I'm flowing on that HIPPA
Born with that juice you won't never get a sip of
Who the fuck is Josh when you speak you call me mister JOSHUA
Unless you call me Brotha I ain't stopping ya
Born to be a leader Mr. Optimus
Flames on the hood but I ain't dropped enough
Still be feeling I ain't hugged my Pops enough
Not for lack of trying, had a lot of love
Turn the TV off because its not enough
Got a lot of trauma but it's bottled up
Open up a can with this pen with the Midas gloves
Venting to my brothers on the side of a 06 Camry
Spit cold shit, oh shit don't hit Bambi
Then we roll shit smoke shit, float by the Amy
Them flows get potent go ghost like Danny Phantom
I'll probably buy a Dunkin' Donuts before I buy Phantom
I think I want a Bentley they said Jersey fake Philly and it sent me
Cause I be yelling Jersey by the second to the minute
I'm tired of being humble I'm the mother fucking sickest
When it's about the ladies he the slickest
Never trust a skeezer, give that love right to my misses
Aye yeah yeah
Boots on and a fitted grab my keys let's get it
Hip Hop is alive and I can feel her damn kisses
A baddy from the Bronx thick hips red lipstick
I got to do her proper I ain't here to get my dick licked
Can't share the mic with rappers cause they spitting with them dick lips
BJ for the replay, he gone say what he say
And she twerk and beat face, if she don't then fuck what she say
Don't pass me that baton because I'm fucking up your relay
Drop bombs Brotha D Day, write in pen cause I don't erase
I create, don't try to evade man I told you how my feet stay
Man somebody give this to a DJ mother fucker
It's my turn haha
Sit the fuck down and shut up
Yeah baby
You know exactly who it is
I think you always knew it was me that was tripping
Brotha Brotha Brotha
It ain't no other mother fuckers