I'm hot steppin' in Balenciaga, low tops
All praises due to the stove tops
I can't forget them forks in them old pots
Poles in the old blocks
I throw shots on and gave throat shot to shots to my opps without fair warning
So fair warn em
Before I let that swamblam on em
Cause I got niggas who ain't worried bout a song or deal
And they ain't playin' they'll run up on you bop and steal
Shit I'm just sayin' it's heart, honor and will
My heart honors the will, and
You can get parked when I start firing steele
Of course I'm a boss I talk just what I feel
The best thing out of Easton since Larry Holmes
And I'm tryin' bring back the feel
They trash, they lack, and they whack for real
Get my shooters a bag a-piece cause they crash and kill
Bang, Bang, ain't game, homie, my nuts hang for real
When I was down broke they laughed on the low
Behind my back, like that shit's a joke
When I was doin' numbers in the pen
Niggas ain't send me shit
But I see now
Them niggas wasn't friends
All the hatin' I endured, stood tall in the flesh
So tell me, what more should I expect
But now I'm back on my shit, and everything's lit
All of a sudden they all jackin' your boy's drip
Look, the rap's black, Conor McGregor
Strapped with a mac, shootin' like jacks but in designer leather
I am better than most of these niggas
But I would never snitch, or switch on my dogs for no kind of cheddar
Shit cause every endeavor I had a reason on
Squeezin' on my opponents puttin' my side of Easton on
My youngins move out and have shootouts all weekend long
But shit gone' change once we get on
Keep it goin' spin the block two times, the heat is on
I'ma keep it lit for pounds, homie, the beef is on
So watch what you talkin' when you speakin' on
Niggas like me, who's carefree, and stay reachin' on
Dudes like you, who don't move when the beef is on
It's Braze 'n Rick
Blaze a fifth
It is what it is, I've been waitin' for this
Y'all motherf*ckers already know what it is
When I was down broke they laughed on the low
Behind my back, like that shit's a joke
When I was doin' numbers in the pen
Niggas ain't send me shit
But I see now
Them niggas wasn't friends
All the hatin' I endured, stood tall in the flesh
So tell me, what more should I expect
But now I'm back on my shit, and everything's lit
All of a sudden they all jackin' your boy's drip
Brazy G.O.T.C. - LONG TIME COMING (feat. Rick Chainy) Lyrics
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English
I'm hot steppin' in Balenciaga, low tops
All praises due to the stove tops
I can't forget them forks in them old pots
Poles in the old blocks
I throw shots on and gave throat shot to shots to my opps without fair warning
So fair warn em
Before I let that swamblam on em
Cause I got niggas who ain't worried bout a song or deal
And they ain't playin' they'll run up on you bop and steal
Shit I'm just sayin' it's heart, honor and will
My heart honors the will, and
You can get parked when I start firing steele
Of course I'm a boss I talk just what I feel
The best thing out of Easton since Larry Holmes
And I'm tryin' bring back the feel
They trash, they lack, and they whack for real
Get my shooters a bag a-piece cause they crash and kill
Bang, Bang, ain't game, homie, my nuts hang for real
When I was down broke they laughed on the low
Behind my back, like that shit's a joke
When I was doin' numbers in the pen
Niggas ain't send me shit
But I see now
Them niggas wasn't friends
All the hatin' I endured, stood tall in the flesh
So tell me, what more should I expect
But now I'm back on my shit, and everything's lit
All of a sudden they all jackin' your boy's drip
Look, the rap's black, Conor McGregor
Strapped with a mac, shootin' like jacks but in designer leather
I am better than most of these niggas
But I would never snitch, or switch on my dogs for no kind of cheddar
Shit cause every endeavor I had a reason on
Squeezin' on my opponents puttin' my side of Easton on
My youngins move out and have shootouts all weekend long
But shit gone' change once we get on
Keep it goin' spin the block two times, the heat is on
I'ma keep it lit for pounds, homie, the beef is on
So watch what you talkin' when you speakin' on
Niggas like me, who's carefree, and stay reachin' on
Dudes like you, who don't move when the beef is on
It's Braze 'n Rick
Blaze a fifth
It is what it is, I've been waitin' for this
Y'all motherf*ckers already know what it is
When I was down broke they laughed on the low
Behind my back, like that shit's a joke
When I was doin' numbers in the pen
Niggas ain't send me shit
But I see now
Them niggas wasn't friends
All the hatin' I endured, stood tall in the flesh
So tell me, what more should I expect
But now I'm back on my shit, and everything's lit
All of a sudden they all jackin' your boy's drip
All praises due to the stove tops
I can't forget them forks in them old pots
Poles in the old blocks
I throw shots on and gave throat shot to shots to my opps without fair warning
So fair warn em
Before I let that swamblam on em
Cause I got niggas who ain't worried bout a song or deal
And they ain't playin' they'll run up on you bop and steal
Shit I'm just sayin' it's heart, honor and will
My heart honors the will, and
You can get parked when I start firing steele
Of course I'm a boss I talk just what I feel
The best thing out of Easton since Larry Holmes
And I'm tryin' bring back the feel
They trash, they lack, and they whack for real
Get my shooters a bag a-piece cause they crash and kill
Bang, Bang, ain't game, homie, my nuts hang for real
When I was down broke they laughed on the low
Behind my back, like that shit's a joke
When I was doin' numbers in the pen
Niggas ain't send me shit
But I see now
Them niggas wasn't friends
All the hatin' I endured, stood tall in the flesh
So tell me, what more should I expect
But now I'm back on my shit, and everything's lit
All of a sudden they all jackin' your boy's drip
Look, the rap's black, Conor McGregor
Strapped with a mac, shootin' like jacks but in designer leather
I am better than most of these niggas
But I would never snitch, or switch on my dogs for no kind of cheddar
Shit cause every endeavor I had a reason on
Squeezin' on my opponents puttin' my side of Easton on
My youngins move out and have shootouts all weekend long
But shit gone' change once we get on
Keep it goin' spin the block two times, the heat is on
I'ma keep it lit for pounds, homie, the beef is on
So watch what you talkin' when you speakin' on
Niggas like me, who's carefree, and stay reachin' on
Dudes like you, who don't move when the beef is on
It's Braze 'n Rick
Blaze a fifth
It is what it is, I've been waitin' for this
Y'all motherf*ckers already know what it is
When I was down broke they laughed on the low
Behind my back, like that shit's a joke
When I was doin' numbers in the pen
Niggas ain't send me shit
But I see now
Them niggas wasn't friends
All the hatin' I endured, stood tall in the flesh
So tell me, what more should I expect
But now I'm back on my shit, and everything's lit
All of a sudden they all jackin' your boy's drip
Writer: Brazy Alford
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