Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brooklyn Freestyle , by - Russ. Release date: 26.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brooklyn Freestyle |
| Yeah, c’mon, yeah |
| Got some shit on my chest |
| Yeah, alright |
| I been livin off delusion 'cause I heard it’s healthy |
| Pockets growing, labels talkin' |
| Hoes been far from stealthy |
| I’m still slightly flyin' under radars |
| I practice like it’s playoffs |
| I lay brick a day I’m out here tryna build the Great Wall of yours truly |
| I need more groupies and less people tryna get a cut |
| Put your fuckin' hands back in your pockets, man you said enough |
| Conversation over |
| Lately I’ve been celebrating, hardly ever sober |
| True squad generals, no room for soldiers |
| I gotta classic debut right here chillin in my holster |
| My shoulders got the weight of my world on them |
| And her world and his world and your world on them |
| I need a Venezuelan or my Afghani chick from DC |
| To come fuck with my campaign and treat me presidential |
| Leave the politics at home, strictly Lewinsky |
| Then it’s back to trying to get a buzz like 50 |
| Cup full of whisky just to level out |
| I only keep kings around me sacramento style |
| You need to elevate your life, you’ve been living lateral |
| Get you a passion put some dream in a catapult |
| Being broke in America is unnatural |
| I’m just giving you facts |
| You start giving ideas |
| They start giving you cash |
| You start popping a little |
| They start giving you daps |
| You sing a couple fucking hooks and they start giving you ass |
| But I’m not mad at the slightest, the public praises you for what you practice |
| in private |
| You’ve been cordially invited |
| To my showing out party |
| Reminds me of LA when we had cases of Bacardi, jars of marijuana |
| Rooftop was the lobby, too young for that money so the girls got wobbly |
| They want the whole crew like motley |
| That was right before 21 |
| I’ve been fucking the world I’m 'bout to make the money come |
| Fuck what y’all got |
| And y’all squares time is up because I watched you let the ball drop |
| 1 too many times |
| I’ve been hiding out in Brooklyn |
| I got too comfortable, I had to re arrange the cushions |
| Get in touch with my chakras |
| Pop Pop just died, I feel in love with some vodka |
| Fell out with the ex, then back in love with some vodka |
| My half brother Jimmy showed up at the wake |
| Haven’t seen him since '97 what the fuck do I say? |
| He’s got some baby mama issues, shit’s been ugly |
| She’s trying to take him down, raising money with Go Fund Me |
| Damn, on top of that, heroin that took my best friend |
| He hits me up to blow L’s |
| But I’m just trying to catch M’s |
| Hoes coming out the wood works, they see ya boy building so they trying to get |
| this wood work |
| And if you tan with an accent, uh, it could work (Haha) |
| Yup! |