Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bruce Banner , by - Mick Jenkins. Release date: 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!) |