Brenton Baby
Markus Jay
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Uh, it's that real L.A. shit Brenton baby, uh Bitch, I'm really from the mud, uh Got a big dream, money scheme I ain't hatin' with these niggas in the club Jay ain't never been a scrub Play the whole game, never sub on the dub Man, you gotta show me love See, I made it out of poverty Mama used to try to play the lottery I was with my niggas pullin' robberies. Ain't nobody stoppin' me Manifest a dream to the team Now it's time for everyone to see the prophecy Never told on a nigga, lips closed like a zip lock You can get killed in the streets, make a pitstops Used to run fades with the opps at the big lots High school, mama kept a nigga with the drip drop I can never flip-flop on my day ones Niggas talk tough, seen the same niggas run Real life shit, we ain't in this shit for fun L.A. landmines, nigga, move wrong, get you done Any nigga staying solid, then I gotta give it up Johnny, Danny, them my niggas, they ain't never give a f*ck He was in some beef back when shit was gettin' rough Sixteen years old, callin' every nigga bluff If you see me with a bitch, know I got her off game I ain't simpping', I ain't trippin' on a motherfuckin' thing Uncle told me, pull anybody with a mouthpiece Now I knock hoes from the city down to south beach Too many niggas actin' like they know me Tell these yamps, shut your mouth, keep it low-key Jay known to keep a bitch down on both knees Or for being in the streets gettin' cheese, no bologna. Dead homies, this that slick talk Niggas better miss me with the big talk Gotta show these niggas I'm the big dog Never get it crisscrossed. Way before I ever learned to dance niggas had to show the baby how to crip walk Sneakin' out the house to go knock my bitch Mama wake up and she call me, where you at Ah, shit, feel it in my mind like, damn, I'm in trouble now F*ck it, before I leave, one more time, let me bust it down Niggas, they be comin' around, steady on some fake shit Talk behind your back, show your face, they don't say shit Never get complacent Young fly nigga, drop jaws Now somebody gotta get this bitch a facelift. I got thirty-five hundred ways to get paid. F*ck what you say, ain't nobody fuckin' with Jay I ain't turnin' down no fades, tint on my shades Police wanna come raid Used to see them hoes on the blade, but I escaped And I made it out unscathed Broke niggas better use y'all brain haha Yeah Yeah See, that's that motherfuckin' shit right there, nigga Thirty-five hundred on me at all times with sixty-eight Motherfuckin' cents, nigga Lynwood, California, my nigga, we takin' over this nigga You feel me Eastside You already know the label, my nigga You feel me The other side, that's the motherfuckin' label But if you ain't know the motherfuckin' movement The movement is NBS And that stands for no bullshit and nothin' but success Bitch Haha
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