Brain Not A Chain

Came in the game with a brain, not a chain

Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane

Sunny days came and I made it through the rain

Proclaimed I would attain

Till the day they know my motherfucking name

Came in the game with a brain, not a chain

Sunny days came and I made it through the rain

Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane

Proclaimed I would attain

Till the day they know my motherfucking name

I was the broseph lookin' toasted like a Pop-Tart

Slummin' in a Sox hat who turned into a pop star

Whoops, kept a couple thousand in the sock drawer

Lit up like a cop car, smoked it all, bought more

Look pal, I've been preposterously dank

Ridiculously dope, maybe monstrously lame

But meticulously flow, come and get a whiff of Spose

Smells like Wells, Maine, nights up in the cove

I'm not a fighter, just a writer, put the lighter to the bowl

Always knew that it was do or die

I'm doing work while you're hanging like a suicide

I just googled the meaning of annuitize

Which stupid guy's rhymes you bumped in lieu of mine, huh?

Who am I? Spose, motherfucker

P. Dank to the top like a fat kid to supper

So tell your brother's mother ain't shit changed

Same since the fame, still sexy as John McCain

Since I

Came in the game with a brain, not a chain

Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane

Sunny days came and I made it through the rain

Proclaimed I would attain

Till the day they know my motherfucking name

Came in the game with a brain, not a chain

Sunny days came and I made it through the rain

Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane

Proclaimed I would attain

Till the day they know my motherfucking name

Fuck your Beamer, Benz, or Bentley

We'll be smashing in the fender, take a blender to your Fendi

Yelling obscenities in the mezzanine

P. Dank, defenders of the peasantry

Who surprised pleasantly guys who

Thought rap was crack, gats, and Hennessy

So yeah, Bethany, you can put your ass away

Quick like Nestlé, I acquired accolades

Stripes like a referee, I earned 'em 'cause I had to say

What I really had instead of brags

They're yelling, "No you're not, dude, don't lie!" when I pass

Seven million YouTube views in the bag

Cop had me stopped just to get my autograph

But they still don't respect me, I'm as sexy as a scab

You can grovel for the models, you can wallow for the cash

Fuck that, learn facts till you need a bigger hat

So, yeah, man, we're not the same

If you're unbejeweled then tell your mom P. Dank said we

Came in the game with a brain, not a chain

Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane

Sunny days came and I made it through the rain

Proclaimed I would attain

Till the day they know my motherfucking name

Came in the game with a brain, not a chain

Sunny days came and I made it through the rain

Went against the grain, left Maine on a plane

Proclaimed I would attain

Till the day they know my motherfucking name

Break it down now

Uh

You know it's Groves, the flow so tight

Shout out to Spose, man, I owe him my life

And I remember back when he told me keep rappin'

Look at all that happened since John Madden

In Salt Lake when he signed the deal

Then I packed up my bags, got behind the wheel

Hear my tires squeal, away we go

And on the way home, who's on the radio?

(Motherfucker, I'm awesome!) Welcome to the music life

With the JetBlue flights and on the news at night

When it comes to picking cards, gotta choose 'em right

Because this music life is an amusement ride

Ever since a kid, yo, the flows were mean

Big dreams, whenever me and Spose convene

We were plotting on a way to expose the scene

And now we on the road, two shows a week

I would sit in the studio and roll that weed

And write to a beat till I go to sleep

It's the M to the A to the I-N-E

More pine trees further than the eye can see, yeah

I'm that rap guy coming through your CAT-5

P. Dank, baby, triple clap when we slap five

'Member back when rap was a pastime

Now we pack heads every time we rap live

Late night, writing down a song

Got the proudest mom when the crowd respond

And we tryna make it large coming from a small town

P. Dank in the building until it falls down

Bitch