Brainless — текст песни

Tell his mom I’m sorry, but when it rains

It’s nothin' but upper body shots to his frame

I’m, sonny done it for me, and got away

No chase, with the belly, now I got a bigger stomach on me

(No shame) I don’t wanna lose pounds

(No way) I don’t wanna lose out

(No pain, no gain) It's like being a black belt

Obama being president don’t mean it’s a black world

There ain’t no brotherly love

We ain’t brothers

We’re just the same colour, you cunt

Speak my name and I’ll dead that

Lead catch your head back

You’ve met your match and can bet that it’s a rap

I’m done summing you up

I’m the reason your boy’s baby mother threw up (eugh)

Bally on my face

Strally on the waist

She was like «you best go, my baby daddy’s on the way»

And I was like (So?), I was hoping he was home

What the fuck’s your baby daddy gonna say?

(Nothing)

Dirty Harry, four-five Cali is a bitch

I’m gonna leave his fanny on display

I’ll give it to him like charity’s the case

Tryna embarrass me’s a mistake

I’ll put him in the air and let gravity invade

hit him more, when he hit the floor how can he escape?

My enemies talk behind my back but they don’t say nothing when they see me

I’ll cock the .45 back and let them pricks know I ain’t easy (Wah gwan)

I’m naughty like that, some say I’m extremely

Dangerous, don’t be courageous, you may just end up brainless

I’m in a black hoodie with black bottoms and black gloves

With some black crepes, clutching a black snub

And you can catch slugs, in your chest or your face

It all depends on the time and the place

And I’ma keep gettin' money til I reside in the grave

I’m the truth I only lied in the case

But the judge still sent me inside of the cage

Where I stabbed some hench-niggas in the side of their face

It’s '09, I ain’t fighting with fists

See my goons ain’t shy with the knife or a stick

On bikes or in whips, I ain’t tryin' to slip

I’m just tryna get rich by supplyin' the bricks

But I still kick off doors and fly in the crib

And I don’t give a shit if I frighten your kids

Ninety a week, ninety a chick

I’m a gangsta forever

Pussy notice the life that I live

And the life that I’m livin is hard

But I can’t be broke, that’s why I spent a couple years behind bars

But when I get out, at 6:45 I will step out

Gucci jumpsuit, Frank Muller on my left hand

And you can try and eat me

But let me warn you there’s one in the head that I’m ready to just let out

I don’t mind bodying niggas but I just want the cake

I can shot you a queue or a box for like 28

Give me an «O», like I’m leading the cheer

I’ll break it down, send it to the trap, put some me in the air

I’m hard, I’m crap

Time to be a billionaire, come on

The fact is Dot’m does rap sick

Got a spiderweb track, come on, get wrapped quick

I ain’t violent, so I ain’t worried about

But if you try, I’ll pull something it

That’s it turn your head back like a lighter with a

Burn your head black when I light it, matchstick

Come one, I roll with a four, plus I stretch; I’m Mr. Fantastic

I move through that the scene on a mad tip

Brown to the green to the east I’m a aspen

And I get the keys out my captain

My food probably moving 'round your team like tactics

It’s just me being me, don’t chat shit

War time homie, more crime for me

How you real if you rolling with four or five phonies?

Four-five pro me, beam on the rooftop, shoot, you’ll be looking like a beamer

with his roof job

Niggas dreaming while they walkin on the road

Bro, you could be decent if you sorted out your flow

Now, me? I mastered it

I’m due to be blowin' up like I was suicidin' in Ghaza Strip