Turn me up some

Benny and Conway, yeah yeah like that

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Brick

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Baggin′ up white in the middle of the room

Had me sittin' in Elmira in the middle of June

Where I′m from, niggas is food 'less they pick up the tool

Even got it on me when I pick my kids up from school

Shit, street nigga so I live the rules

I was skippin' school, tryna get a plug on a brick of food

I get ′em shipped to your living room

One call, I bet they touchdown in NY, just like Victor Cruz

The beef new but the pistol used, dippin′ through

Stickin' to the window so long, they think it′s a broom

It's my town, don′t get shit confused

You got it misconstrued

None of us rantin', we got missing screws

Middle finger to the pigs in blue

I have my young nigga aimin′ a SIG

Right at your wig and shoot (Pow pow pow)

The street shit too unpredictable

That's why I got my pistol

Though I wear it to work like it's a business suit

Fuck you niggas chasin′ if it ain′t a bag

Wavin' mags, twenty niggas with me wearing Haitian flags

My homie told me turn the pot before I break the glass

I′m weighing powder smoking sour from Jamaica Ave

I watch the whole brick take a bath

I seen a dope boy make Benz money and still take a cab

Dope money buried me like I'm Jimmy Hoffa

Walkin′ outta Benihana's coke on my Balenciagas

An OG′ll blow your shit off for fifty dollars

Half a brick of raw, white as Cindy Lauper

I'm in a trap eatin' fish and lobster

I like the clips, sip the vodka, black Sopranos, we considered mobsters

Your dope short as Andy Milonakis

She a hoe rat, soon as I fuck her she a trendin′ topic

I load the beam if it′s any problem

They expect that from you when you coach the team like you're Jimmy Johnson

I move like the Feds really watchin′

In New York City shoppin'? That′s what they think, nigga

We really coppin'

Look, I know what you really coppin′

You wrap the shit, I'm wrappin' a brick look like Milly Rockin′

It take a hundred bends to fill these robins

′N I can rap trap stick niggas up there's way too many options

You hatin′ niggas way too busy watchin'

That′s why it's on me, army jacket, a semi fit in any pocket

Before you learn to win, you gotta handle defeat

Y′all scared

We prepared if guns jam up in beef (We ready)

We got extra straps, extra clips, layin' on the seat

My plate full but that's cool ′cause the plan was to eat. Let′s go

Y'know we′ve been at this shit since we was little, nigga

Been hard a foot on these niggas neck

Talkin' crazy to a G get you head with the pump

Spray ya whip with a streetsweeper leave bitch niggas slumped

Got the thirties in my lap got the sticks in the trunk

I don′t think a issue is really what you bitch niggas want

Got the shooters out lurkin' on a mission to hunt

Five in the morning in your bushes had to sniff him a bump

He stay on his toes, he comin′ for the bricks that you pump

Or he gonna leave y'face twisted from him blickin' his gun

I mean look, I hate rappers, I swear I do (That′s my word)

′Cause ninety percent of these niggas sound terrible

Might send shooters to y' show just t′ air at you

The pain from a shell in the stomach is unbearable

I'm comin′ to your funeral shoot your pall bearers too

'Cause fuck you and them six niggas that carried you

Yeah, got the rifle with the scope

I′m the nicest with the flow, 'till I go

I'm comfortable boy, I′m back at home

Two-tone mac, black an′ chrome

Leg shot, shit, crackin' bone

Facts is known, pussy nigga I don′t ask for loans

They wanna build my statue in Rome, and that's for rap alone

Don′t get it confused bitch, I'll put you on the news quick

′N use your news clip for a new skit on my new shit

SK long as a pool stick

We sell the pitch, that's how we do shit

Ah, man

I like it when it's live, man

Know what I mean? I ain′t lookin′ at you niggas

I'm lookin′ past you niggas

I'm lookin′ at your situation, niggas

Y'know ya niggas still spittin′ an' skittin' an′ still, you know

Fuckin′ off an' wastin′ time with your life, nigga

You coulda had a pent with that money

You coulda been on a curb wastin' that time, nigga

Y′all niggas still on ya dick dope

Hey, they got rackets designing, nigga

Yo, that's what my world′s like

My shits cost 2k, nigga

Y'know what I mean?

Come on, man

Y'all niggers lost, man

Y′know

Zelda, bitch

Black Soprano family, nigga

We told y′all niggas, man

When y'all gon′ listen?

Eh, man

Fuck it, let's smoke, man