[Intro: DJ Drama]
(This Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)
My therapist made me realize
I have an addictive personality
Thankfully, I'm addicted to putting on for the culture
When it's all said and done
I need y'all to tell 'em how I built this brick by brick
DJ Drama
[Verse 1: The Game]
I'm the [?] Pablo on that roof
I throw the powder in the air like Bron and just poof
Get it out to the east and just too short loose
The fentanyl like a slinky down a New York stoop
I am legend: Owen Hanson, Ryan Wedding
Even supply cookies and cream to the diabetics
Connect said my money no good, you got credit
The pick up in the Discord, the drop is on Reddit
Now I'm playing Super Mario with the Sicarios
Up and down the stairs for cardio inside the body-o
I taught 'em all Pig Latin, that's how far we go
White noise on black phones, scramble the audio
We find veins and let the high take its course
Nigga called 9-1-1, we take his Porsche
We bring the vibe to the source with no remorse
Knock a cocaine cowboy off his horse
We ain't taking no stands and no courts
And we ain't taking no losses and no shorts
We push more keys than Scott Storch
And if you short with the blow it's blowtorch
[Interlude 1]
Brick-brick by brick, brick by brick
Brick-brick-brick, brick by brick
Brick-brick by brick, brick by brick
Machine, holla at 'em
Gangsta
[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Yeah, we was in the trenches, we was product selling
Told the plug I can't come get it, nah, you gotta mail it
Ain't no fair ones, nigga I gotta shell it
My name in these streets you cannot discredit
Bought my first ounces hard, ain't know about a pot
Uncle cooking in the kitchen said "Boy, you gotta watch
Gotta pay attention so when you got a shot
Nigga, you know what to do when you got a block"
Got a white girl in Cali only shop on Rodeo
Her nose like Tony in the block of that yayo
Sniff, .357, it got the potato
Couple young niggas with me that'll pop if I say so
Niggas jumping over cars when I'm popping this Draco
My cartel connect sent a box from Laredo
My garage doors lift, a Rolls drive out
Most of my hoes sniff 'til their nose dry out
Probably just got a big load I'm finna buy out
Machine
[Interlude 2]
Brick-brick by brick, brick by brick
Brick-brick-brick, brick by brick
Y'all know I do this shit for real
[Verse 3: Benny the Butcher]
I spoke about cocaine so much they thought I was crazy
But I seen more coke than Richard Pryor in the 80's
A young white girl my American beauty like Kevin Spacey
Got her sniffing off the leather dashboard of my new Mercedes
Let me relay this message to you, a kilo a sentence to you
'Cause in the States it's illegal if the government don't sell it to you
Y'all little quarter ounce niggas ain't been exposed to shit (What's that?)
Y'all used to clothes and kicks but we do boats and trips
When y'all was struggling with that re-up, going broke and [?]
I was pitching fresh out of federal prison quoting bricks
You know the quickest way to street fame is seek 'caine
And trap, or rap like N.W.A. piece Game whenever a beat's played
Talking money taking off in a PJ
I run my city, I got enough leeway to land this bitch on the freeway
They asking before rap where did I get paid from (You know)
Cocaine dealing, in the same city that Rick James from
Let's go
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Hip-hop back
[?] since you niggas [?] running bars like J-Kwon
Don't let that go over your headtop
Hahaha