Rootz Massiah - Tom Brady Freestyle Lyrics

Tom Brady wouldn't throw a bullet for you, it's not tied like a shoestring
You lied, you don't do things, Two things I noticed was your purse and your persona
You tried to read between the lines and all you got was glass again, I'm glad it happened
You had to understand again, can't we agree, playing both sides was your angle
With a white one like I'm Django, back in lala land they taught me how to tango
Back in lala land
Back in lala land was serving Emma Stone, The Beatles really don't got nothing on the stones
That was the conversation, fun house of silly mirrors, making different faces
Pretty girl that looks just like temptation was my expectation
Made dressing famous on my block for sure, praying that my pride don't ever block the sun
At St.felix I was touching keys, and I talk to nuns
A fiend from Sherborne got my number, I had to block a bum
Praying that my son gon be ok with pride, my new bitch look like Zendaya and she shake it up
I'm on that wavy stuff baby bruh, niggas dressed like shooters back then and didn't aim at us, that's crazy stuff
Tarantino couldn't make this up, Two pretty vixens asked me for a picture in the parking lot
Good girl transformed into a monster in this autobot, started calling all her friends ugly playing hot or not
I know the way this gon end I know the way your back bends, I'm the wolf of Queen street, and I know we not friends
Mike saved my little brother drowning in the deep end, texted three times but I don't know if we're gonna speak again