Mer - BRS Lyrics

A man once told me
I gotta play the game to change the game
Can't stay the same, gotta make a name to make money
Gotta cop a whip, cuz i just keep running
Mother f*cker i'm hunting for the 808'S
I got pockets deep, cuz i sewed em straight
I got gold in my eyes, like i'm daniel craig
I got rolls in my thigh, cuz i caught the plague
Gotta act bold like a type writer
Gotta spit venom, i'm a king viper
Wolf spider, no web
Finna get a dose of fiber, cuz these rappers constipated
And they're always wearing diapers
Pamper me, i got another 3 for 3 free throw
Rappin for a year through weed smoke
Grab a blunt, i'll take ya for a roll
Roll out
Smoke out
Roll up
Smoke up