Brazen

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]

Ayo, I run with the goons and the creatures

Ayo, I got more sins than your fucking local preacher

Half these rap niggas sweeter than fucking peaches

I mastered the rhyme, I'm like KRS: the Teacha

I'm known for rocking Timberlands and black hoodies

Camouflage, white pitbulls and a black bully

Semi-automatic flip back with the MAC fully

On the corners, serving rap fiends crack goodies

I could make it thunder and rain, I'm brainstorming

That nigga standing next to you, I'll leave your brains on him

Come back with the Polo trench, changed on em

Nigga with the pots and pans and banged on em

Onyx is them niggas, we kick in the door brazen

Stick em up, lick in the .44 we blazing

This OG got me blazed, I'm looking Asian

So throw your guns in the air, fucking wave em

[Chorus: C-Mob]

Brazen, no matter what, I've never gave in

Kick in the door, the .44 will wave in

Kill a rapper, then I piss on the grave he lays in

I'm brazen (brazen)