CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Bricks to Murals
Part I
You say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh*t (You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for sh*t (Yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b*t*h (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for sh*t, n***a (I ain't goin' for it)
Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick
We eatin', n***a, you know what it is, pu**y
I know I f**ked her last night, but in public, I don't know that b*t*h (Hah)
I don't know that b*t*h (I don't know her, yeah)
n***as ain't set the street on fire like I did (Uh uh)
The way I'm rhymin' remind 'em of Ready to Die, Big (Cap)
Pop a n***a, put that on my kids
Sometimes when you kill a n***a you love, you stand over him, close his eyelids (Close his eyes)
I only rap what I lived, don't f**k with me
You'd rather commit suicide and dive off a high bridge (Hah, ah, ah)
Eatin' raw oysters and fried squid (Uh huh)
Even in Canada, I became a champion like Kawhi did (Hah)
These the streets, you either gon' get a bullet scar
Or twenty years in the prison yard on the pull up bar (Talk to 'em)
Look, you know it's a foreign when I pull a car
Like JAY-Z, I'm good on any Malcolm X Boulevard (I'm good everywhere, n***a)
Yeah, I was in the trenches, we was pushin' hard
Then I got in this rap sh*t and I took it far (I took it far, n***a)
Every tape a classic and full of bars (Hah)
Scope on the stick, call me Brett Favre, I can throw a bullet far (Brr)
GxFR on the plates when I'm pullin' off (Uh huh)
Shady, Roc Nation, they wanna know how I pull it off (How I did that?)
They tried to ride the wave, now I'm watchin' them pu**y n***as starve (Hahaha)
You need a hundred K just to book the squad
White Maybach, peanut butter seats, I'm breezin' by in (Vroom)
No security, just a shooter that love to squeeze his iron (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Talk that gangster sh*t in your raps, people ain't even buy it (Cap)
pu**y, stay away from beef, you on a vegan diet, ah (Hahahaha)
You say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh*t (You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for sh*t (Yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b*t*h (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for sh*t, n***a (I ain't goin' for it)
Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick
We eatin', n***a, you know what it is, pu**y
I know I f**ked her last night, but in public, I don't know that b*t*h (Hah)
I don't know that b*t*h (I don't know you, n***a)
Part II
Look, Versace boxers in my Kith robe (Cap)
Cookin' up a whole square on this b*t*h stove (Whip up)
Her pu**y good, but that b*t*h nose could sniff Os
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I just got in a big load (Sniff)
Huh, Rollie on the wrist bone, that sh*t froze (Uh huh)
VS stones be hittin' hard like Klitschko
Skitzo, ride with the big pole, the stick fold (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Drum on that b*t*h like fifty shots is what the clips hold (Hah)
Yeah, been gettin' money since the flip phones (Uh huh)
Every time that sh*t ring, another brick sold (Another brick, n***a)
Shocks just got out the brick home, take him to Saks to get clothes (Go shoppin', n***a)
And let him f**k one of my thick hoes (Go ahead, f**k that b*t*h)
Still hold a chopper, I let it explode (Cap)
I'm bipolar like Busta Bus, I flip mode (Hahahaha)
It's rules to this street sh*t, n***a, it's cold
You know how this sh*t goes (Brr)
Haha, Machine, b*t*h
So if I gotta tell anybody anything that's goin' through that sh*t
Man, stay down, man, keep fightin', you know what I'm sayin'
What's your disadvantage, make the sh*t your advantage, you know what I'm sayin'
I hated that I got shot in the head and my sh*t all twisted and all that
But all I did was just flip that sh*t and I made it to a brand
Now them hoodies is a thousand dollars, my vinyl
They paintin' murals in Japan, in Australia, and Europe, and all over the place of my face now
You say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh*t (You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for sh*t (Yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b*t*h (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for sh*t, n***a (I ain't goin' for it)
Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick
We eatin', n***a, you know what it is, pu**y
I know I f**ked her last night, but in public, I don't know that b*t*h (Hah)
I don't know that b*t*h (I don't know her, yeah)
n***as ain't set the street on fire like I did (Uh uh)
The way I'm rhymin' remind 'em of Ready to Die, Big (Cap)
Pop a n***a, put that on my kids
Sometimes when you kill a n***a you love, you stand over him, close his eyelids (Close his eyes)
I only rap what I lived, don't f**k with me
You'd rather commit suicide and dive off a high bridge (Hah, ah, ah)
Eatin' raw oysters and fried squid (Uh huh)
Even in Canada, I became a champion like Kawhi did (Hah)
These the streets, you either gon' get a bullet scar
Or twenty years in the prison yard on the pull up bar (Talk to 'em)
Look, you know it's a foreign when I pull a car
Like JAY-Z, I'm good on any Malcolm X Boulevard (I'm good everywhere, n***a)
Yeah, I was in the trenches, we was pushin' hard
Then I got in this rap sh*t and I took it far (I took it far, n***a)
Every tape a classic and full of bars (Hah)
Scope on the stick, call me Brett Favre, I can throw a bullet far (Brr)
GxFR on the plates when I'm pullin' off (Uh huh)
Shady, Roc Nation, they wanna know how I pull it off (How I did that?)
They tried to ride the wave, now I'm watchin' them pu**y n***as starve (Hahaha)
You need a hundred K just to book the squad
White Maybach, peanut butter seats, I'm breezin' by in (Vroom)
No security, just a shooter that love to squeeze his iron (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Talk that gangster sh*t in your raps, people ain't even buy it (Cap)
pu**y, stay away from beef, you on a vegan diet, ah (Hahahaha)
You say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh*t (You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for sh*t (Yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b*t*h (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for sh*t, n***a (I ain't goin' for it)
Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick
We eatin', n***a, you know what it is, pu**y
I know I f**ked her last night, but in public, I don't know that b*t*h (Hah)
I don't know that b*t*h (I don't know you, n***a)
Part II
Look, Versace boxers in my Kith robe (Cap)
Cookin' up a whole square on this b*t*h stove (Whip up)
Her pu**y good, but that b*t*h nose could sniff Os
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I just got in a big load (Sniff)
Huh, Rollie on the wrist bone, that sh*t froze (Uh huh)
VS stones be hittin' hard like Klitschko
Skitzo, ride with the big pole, the stick fold (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Drum on that b*t*h like fifty shots is what the clips hold (Hah)
Yeah, been gettin' money since the flip phones (Uh huh)
Every time that sh*t ring, another brick sold (Another brick, n***a)
Shocks just got out the brick home, take him to Saks to get clothes (Go shoppin', n***a)
And let him f**k one of my thick hoes (Go ahead, f**k that b*t*h)
Still hold a chopper, I let it explode (Cap)
I'm bipolar like Busta Bus, I flip mode (Hahahaha)
It's rules to this street sh*t, n***a, it's cold
You know how this sh*t goes (Brr)
Haha, Machine, b*t*h
So if I gotta tell anybody anything that's goin' through that sh*t
Man, stay down, man, keep fightin', you know what I'm sayin'
What's your disadvantage, make the sh*t your advantage, you know what I'm sayin'
I hated that I got shot in the head and my sh*t all twisted and all that
But all I did was just flip that sh*t and I made it to a brand
Now them hoodies is a thousand dollars, my vinyl
They paintin' murals in Japan, in Australia, and Europe, and all over the place of my face now
