Lyrics Brainless - Ghetts, Wallace & Fix Dot'm

Brainless

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