Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brave , by - Raz Simone. Song from the album Baby Jesus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Umbrella
Song language: English
Brave |
| Watch what you say and watch what you hear |
| Cause niggas will cut the earlobe off of your ear |
| Just because you can go talking to peers |
| Or witness in court to add on to their years |
| The scariest dudes are the ones who have fear |
| They get nervous and scared and they never think clear |
| They think deep conversations are better with beer |
| I seldomly drink and I never did fear |
| God bless the child that pees the bed and can’t sleep at night |
| I know young litte niggas that sell dope, but can’t read or write |
| And rode in the slow classes, moving at the speed of light |
| We look to the angels for help but found out that demons can fly |
| That’s when a nigga had to leave the light; |
| dark side, I used the force |
| I’ve seen evil, but I’ve never seen Jesus, like I’ve never seen a unicorn |
| Disbelief, what is fate? |
| Should I just believe what these books say? |
| Don’t speak because I lay where these crooks lay |
| And dodging bad bitches on a good day |
| They looking at us, cause we next |
| Don’t worry about your bitch, boy |
| She’s too shallow for this deep sex |
| They fight, but can’t touch me |
| Like the hand that’s on T-Rex |
| I just got that moolah |
| Put that yada in that prex |
| Everybody wants to be brave |
| Living life with no fear |
| We try not to be afraid |
| But everyone’s a little scared |
| Prostitues getting raped by the cops in suits |
| The stories you don’t hear about |
| Cause they don’t make they way onto the news |
| Six years ago, six officers pulled her over and raped her |
| Now she’s calling me up crying |
| Cause another officer finger banged her |
| Heard a square say it’s not rape |
| If you fuck a prostitute and don’t pay her |
| God, please grant me the serenity |
| To not kill all of my enemies |
| Headshots, no injuries |
| Cause they can come back and remember me |
| I live life like I’m in a dream |
| Like I can’t die and I was given wings |
| I fly up high to the mountain top |
| Just so I can duke it out with God |
| Left, right, jacked up |
| Hook followed by an upper cut |
| Lightning thighs and a thunder butt |
| It’s the kryptonite to the God in us |
| Got the elephant in the room by the tusks |
| My life is such, Midas touch |
| Turn everything to gold like it’s rust |
| And make 'em feel that kick like I’m like the drums |
| Spike the punch, spiked rum |
| I’m the politest one |
| I hide the guns |
| Cause you never know when your time will come |
| Just don’t cross that line but once |
| I’d rather be the silent one in the bunch |
| Then the one that dies for speaking his mind too much |