Lyrics Break Yoself 2 - Nell

Break Yoself 2

MIA to NYC make 24k when I breathe
'94 mentality the Machiavelli prodigy
Funk beatin' out the trunk, travels through my arteries
Third eye open scopin' the block pop poppin' the Glock
Comin' off of the holster
Leanin' on that easter pink, Alize and Hennessy
Hear no evil as I speak, all black coat on when I creep
Medicated, alter-ego, smoker 'till I can not see
This life’s a curse 'cause jails and hearses causes grey anatomy
Welcome to my trilogy, legal, lethal, killing spree
Kill the beat like Killa P, I’m Ethel like X in his P-R-I-M-Straight to the-E
I’m yet to see one real as me
Your end is me, you fucked with me, your consequence is D-I-E
Murderous maniac, mentally levitate, beats I assassinate
Never procrastinate, hate and not elevate, levels to gravitate
Burnin' that dank to climb in the rank
Now give respect or hit the deck, my set known for catchin' wreck
New era my intellect, so bow down to the ultimate
'94 Mentality, now these niggas mad at me
Break yoself, break-break yoself, ridin' with that pistol grip
Push a motherfucker cause I don’t give a damn what you think
Bitch I make you lay down with my strap
Studio gangsters, nothin' but pranksters, start a beef
And don’t know how to react
Me;
I step back hold strap from my lap
And be clappin' at be makin' a scene
No place to hide when I pull up, drive by especially if I’m equipped with that
beam
Kill with we take off with his head
But we let him keep his neck and the rest of his teeth
Name another nigga that want it with me
Don’t make me cut off your family tree
Nigga’s irrelevant, I keep banana clip, just in case a monkey Bitch tryna swing
can’t cop a plea, jump in the
I’m real and you obsolete, motives on the street
Get bucked and come march with me
Turnt up we gone start a riot, smoked out just on autopilot
Fee-Fi-Fo my flow so giant, ecstatic styles in my ions
Mystical mischief, horrific instinct
Rated R ritual blood on the street, retro reapers ride for me
If you don’t comply you sleep
Inspire my entity to bring you to reality
Fake nigga fatality, please don’t test my accuracy
Real niggas surrounding me, we’ll kill you for eternity
'94 Mentality, now these niggas mad at me
Break yoself, break-break yoself, ridin' with that pistol grip