BRIGADE

If not now, then when I taught ‘em the phrase

The way we rollin’ down the street it look like a parade

The way we carry all the heat we look like a brigade

Under palm trees the only time that I’m cool with the shade

Look, the fame and the clout I never cared about

I did two shows for a hundred, that’s a fair amount (That’s fair)

Maybach from Jenny the Water you know my whereabouts (Uh huh)

The ones responsible for all those bodies y’all been hearing ‘bout

Niggas had the za trap and the heroin house

And made more weekly than a doctor make Yearly out his salary, uh

I’m rockin’ Amiri out the factory (Talk to ‘em)

Mike personally sending packs to me (Good lookin’)

Yeah, these niggas still copying waves

Stealing my drip but them niggas never rock it the same (Not at all)

Boy thought he was gangsta until he got shot in his braids

You know we crashin’ out if ever you get out of your lane (Boom, boom)

Pulled up to Dyckman and see papi and cop me some haze (What up papi)

Nigga lost half his leg when he was shot with a gauge (Huh)

Rock a lot of chains in Atlanta I stopped at the Flame

Conway, y’all know the name