[Intro: Z]
Nah it's Brain
Ain't no attempt
I just walk looking out at him [Verse 1: Z]
He got a banger in his pocket
But he really like the mic
Touch zits to make his profit
But alone at night he write
He a psychopathic gentleman and the pen'll tear the mic
Just put the brights on all you simpletons and watch him dwindle in the light
He a maniac, the brainiac
A passer back the light
Until the main facts be brain attacked he actually halfway tight
When up to walk into the booth, he looks like addict on the pipe
Start drooling rapping but still managed to put some savage on it right
He a gladiator fight without the armor, plus a knife
Plus his karma isn't right, so he just fighting for his life (die)
If you walked into him one day, you'd probably pray for him every night
But he a savior to this mic the way if a lady face went nice
He's praying day and night and hope his family's sitting right
But just travel day and night despite the risk that they insight
He is food saving, backpacking rapping with all his might
Put a thousand grams in the gift-wrapping shipping it overnight (Brain)
Look he been pushing heavy like 454 in the chevy
And wiring back he touched Cali and ain't bigger than Yeti
His mind attacked the hook, connect us both rugged and ready
Apply all that and times but the wrath from the past that he hug was shady
[Chorus: Z]
His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping
His team was the problem they goblins et cetera
Put bars on the stretcher
Flip grams for extra
Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit)
His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping
His team was the problem they goblins et cetera
Put bars on the stretcher
Flip grams for extra
Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit)[Verse 2: Chucc Dizzle]
These first two rules nice, not you but me
Though I'll fish my shotguns that have you dazed for weeks
Get me pissed, I part lake while you catching Zs
Roll up on you like Freddy and destroy your dreams
A nightmare on yo street and not play the beast
A pair of [guess who?] knife gloves and the nickel-plated heat
If you pistol packing thugs and the blessing from the street
Guarantee they make you stutter in the middle of your beat
I smoke so much trees I'm classified as a leaf
Soldier best stay at ease before you face me, so streak
All you see is blooded up Timbs and metal tipped cleats
I stand alone in this battleground, break your heart free
I'm not really a rapper, but I know how to get down
I chew slugs and spit rounds, welcome to the battleground
A phrase from the golden scripture
Abrupt stuff so you don't hear no sound when I hit ya
Dizzle
[Chorus: Z]
His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping
His team was the problem they goblins et cetera
Put bars on the stretcher
Flip grams for extra
Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit)
His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping
His team was the problem they goblins et cetera
Put bars on the stretcher
Flip grams for extra
Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit)

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