Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brooklyn Basement II, artist - Sincerely Collins. Date of issue: 30.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brooklyn Basement II |
| I graduated from feeling sorry to feeling glory |
| Feeling myself cuz my nigga nobody feel it for me |
| The lane I created made to fill up a stat sheet |
| So me without the deal was like rosa parks in the back seat |
| Thats a terrible line but what the hell do I know |
| Im just a phoenix ass nigga wit a nas flow |
| Living and learnin and now I’m earning my cabbage |
| High fashion but you average, my lane is more lenny kravitz |
| I’m growing from photosynthesis getting more photogenic |
| Now we making the hits we were taking em for a minute |
| A little old school, the old heads say I’m vintage |
| Thrift shop soul but a lil more expensive |
| Passive aggressive I said that and sorta meant it |
| Im just doing it different cuz i ain’t good with tradition |
| I be dunking and swishing its niggas hoping and wishing this world don’t see my |
| vision |
| But i just simply dismiss em, I’m here |
| Jesus christo, he such a scary man… |
| Really I’m a conscious creative and vegetarian |
| Its niggas out to get me I never intend to bury them |
| The eye of the tiger, go kick it with katy perry n them |
| Im a riding round listening to sade nigga |
| Or erykah because you know the bod way thicker |
| And I’m all day kicking it with ye kids |
| College drop outs dream chasing for their day shift |
| You better not say shit to him he too locked up in his ways now |
| Thats cuz I ain’t got no time to play now |
| Get out of my way now, lay down |
| Yelling don’t shoot when they spray now |
| La cucaracha we need the raid now |
| Don’t be looking at me like I don’t do this for real |
| I mute all opinions flexing this weapon that I conceal |
| Fire flower bring me out to dimensions you never seen |
| So don’t be tryna play me I’m KD I need a ring |
| A real nigga machine on everything that I bless em wit |
| Glory hole niggas, they just don’t know who they f’n wit |
| Fly nigga, prerequisite I’m a human testament |
| Mastered my aesthetics on everything that I bless em wit |
| The nigga that they all fear the most, lets make a toast to him |
| I look in the mirror yeah thats my homie I’m close to him |
| Oh thats me a me a me a me amigo |
| My niggas had to sit they was moving shall at the free throws (bricks) |
| I immortalize em let em live through me, give through me |
| Yeah they gon feel that shift through me |
| Die if you mention my name in vein that I don’t agree with |
| On the subject of dimension, I roam in thee 5th |
| Mad rappers and pacifists, fake homies and actresses |
| Damn, what a world, guess I just have to laugh at this |
| I had to maintain an image just for my family |
| The women in my life, but nobody can handle me |
| Nobody ahead of me, I been waiting for it |
| Im the profit, painting these pictures I been a poet |
| Im out here directing, projecting whats in my thoughts |
| Ive been taking chances, succeeding at any cost |
| I had people close to me trying to hold me down |
| Loudest one in the room under pressure don’t make a sound |
| I think I might have been compromised |
| Told you they fear what they don’t understand |
| Look at all this shit I prophecized |
| Im learning I’m the only one who lives with these decisions |
| So all that noise I hear from outside gon need dismissing |
| I was diluted with all them thots in my bed |
| But now I’m seeing the vision, I give you thoughts in my head |
| BRUCE |