
Date of issue: 26.03.2020
Song language: English
Bruce Banner |
I’m not a rapper, I’m a writer |
It’s a couple chefs in this game, and a whole lotta' biters |
Fuck’s wrong with these niggas |
Fuck’s to it |
Fuck wrong wit' 'em |
Fuck’s to it |
These niggas talker not walkers |
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it |
Can’t touch 'em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic |
Fuck wrong wit' 'em |
Fuck’s to it (uh!) |
Honestly can’t nobody come for me 'cept Kendrick |
And I hope you offended, like it’s untrue |
Don’t make me debunk your kung-fu |
Fuck up the whole Feng shui when we come through |
They can’t hurt us |
My shit in Target, I’m Nate Burkus, they ain’t perfect |
Can she walk out with the javelin |
Y’all niggas babbling about who the greatest and who after him |
If intelligent discussion was dribbling, you’d be travelling |
And I’d be somewhere Harlem Globetrot traffickin' truth |
I’m adamant about the handle I got on this shit |
I pattened it after James Harden and James Patterson |
Don’t make me Alex Cross, cross 'tween, skip through that lane and change |
strategy (uh!) |
Niggas lose medullas, fuckin' with my shooters |
Rappers lose medallions fuckin' with Chicago |
So many niggas hangin', they know Mr. Cooper |
Police they are shooters then like bloopers |
They gon' play that shit on T.V., 'til we Stevie to it |
Say we can’t make them drink the water |
I don’t know if we can lead 'em to it |
I see the difference, I don’t see improvement |
I see people that look like me that’s leeching to it |
And apparently speaking on it is preaching to 'em |
And apparently having opinions is tragic to mention, no matter intention |
But only when you got blue checks and new checks and a few floors, |
more than a duplex |
I’m too stressed for all this, fifth-grade, bitch-made |
Watch your mouth when you spit facts, what for? |
I got the fire nigga |
Heard 'Soul album and I knew that I inspire niggas greatly |
Alex Hailey at the root of it all |
My quest-for-love just wasn’t suited for ya’ll and my black thoughts won’t be |
muted or diluted |
And livin' water can’t be polluted at all |
Secluded I be, too many delusions I see when you speaking and you losin' me |
That’s your 15 minutes, you losin' 'em |
They draw their conclusions |
I just be just disproving 'em, my ink hold weight |
This paper hold heat like aluminum foil |
Your correct in assuming the soil is fertile |
I’m growing like weeds, I’m growing my weed |
My shorty look like she come from where they growing ya’ll weave at |
Ya’ll throwing shade, I three-man weave that |
It’s been a one-man fast break, ya’ll ain’t even seen the team yet |
Fuck wrong wit' 'em |
Fuck’s to it |
Fuck wrong wit' 'em |
Fuck’s to it |
These niggas talker not walkers |
The drive of Paul Walker, I got it |
Can’t touch 'em, like, now that I’m sipping this Henny Hypnotic |
Fuck wrong wit' 'em |
Fuck’s to it (uh!) |
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Alchemy | 2015 |
CREEP ft. Mick Jenkins | 2019 |
Truffles | 2021 |
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Frontstreet | 2020 |
Drowning | 2016 |
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Communicate ft. Ravyn Lenae | 2016 |
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