Bricks to Murals

Part I: Bricks [Chorus] You say you got a gun, you need to go for that shit (You better get that) 'Cause I ain't goin' for shit (Yeah) I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that bitch (Brr) Yeah, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga (I ain't goin' for it) Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick We eatin', nigga, you know what it is, pussy Yeah, I know I fucked her last night, but in public, I don't know that bitch (Hah) I don't know that bitch, nigga (I don't know you, ma) [Verse 1] Niggas ain't set the street on fire like I did (Uh-uh) The way I'm rhymin' remind 'em of Ready to Die, Big (Cap) Pop a nigga, put that on my kids Sometimes when you kill a nigga you love, you stand over him, close his eyelids (Close his eyes) I only rap what I lived, don't fuck with me You'd rather commit suicide and dive off a high bridge (Hah, ah, ah) Eatin' raw oysters and fried squid (Uh-huh) Even in Canada, I became a champion like Kawhi did (Hah) These the streets, you either gon' get a bullet scar Or twenty years in the prison yard on the pull up bar (Talk to 'em) Look, you know it's a foreign when I pull a car Like JAY-Z, I'm good on any Malcolm X Boulevard (I'm good everywhere, nigga) Yeah, I was in the trenches, we was pushin' hard Then I got in this rap shit and I took it far (I took it far, nigga) Every tape a classic and full of bars (Hah) Scope on the stick, call me Brett Favre, I can throw a bullet far (Brr) GxFR on the plates when I'm pullin' off (Uh-huh) Shady, Roc Nation, they wanna know how I pull it off (How I did that?) They tried to ride the wave, now I'm watchin' them pussy niggas starve (Hahahahahaha) You need a hundred K just to book the squad White Maybach, peanut butter seats, I'm breezin' by in (Vroom) No security, just a shooter, that love to squeeze his iron (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Talk that gangster shit in your raps, people ain't even buy it (Cap) Pussy, you stay away from beef, you on a vegan diet, ah (Hahahahahaha) [Chorus] You say you got a gun, you need to go for that shit (You better get that) 'Cause I ain't goin' for shit (Yeah) I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that bitch (Brr) Yeah, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga (I ain't goin' for it) Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick We eatin', nigga, you know what it is, pussy Yeah, I know I fucked her last night, but in public, I don't know that bitch (Hah) I don't know that bitch, nigga (I don't know you, nigga) Part II: Murals [Verse 2] Yeah, Versace boxers in my KITH robe (Cap) Cookin' up a whole square on this bitch stove (Whip up) Her pussy good, but that bitch nose can sniff O's But I ain't trippin' 'cause I just got in a big load (Sniff) Huh, Rollie on the wrist bone, the shit froze (Uh-huh) VS stones be hittin' hard like Klitschko Skitzo, ride with the big pole, the stick fold (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Drum on that bitch like fifty shots is what the clips hold (Hah) Yeah, been gettin' money since the flip phones (Uh-huh) Every time that shit ring, another brick sold (Another brick, nigga) Shocks just got out in brick home, take him to Saks to get clothes (Go shoppin', nigga) And let him fuck one of my thick hoes (Go ahead, fuck that bitch) Still hold a chopper, I let it explode (Cap) I'm bipolar like Busta Bus, I flip mode (Hahahahahaha) It's rules to this street shit, nigga, it's cold You know how this shit goes (Brr) Haha, Machine, bitch [Outro] So if I gotta tell anybody anything that's goin' through that shit Man, stay down, man, keep fightin', you know what I'm sayin' What's your disadvantages, make that shit your advantage, you know what I'm sayin'? I hated that I got shot in the head and my shit all twisted and all that But all I did was just flip that shit and made it to a brand Now them hoodies is a thousand dollars, my vinyl They paintin' murals in Japan, in Australia, and Europe, and all over the place of my face now