Purse (feat. Alex David)
Brian O'Shea
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Yeah, look, yeah My bitch bad Got some shit in her purse I can't speak on That's the type of shit we on Spaceship, Elon Cold as f*ck, freon These boys can't hold it down So put me on wax Only speak on facts In fact, I got a bad habit Only put truth down, no cappin' 2023 called, what's happenin? Told me the bars are too weak So I'm breakin' out rappin' No stoppin' me now it's my time Mama told me I'ma star so I shine No more stressin', I'm fine Relax Deep breath, reset, okay we back Let's all settle down, hold the applause I got a little bit of confidence down in my drawers Mix it with a bad attitude Feelin' is raw Jeleel shit Real shit Energy, ah I'm pissed off 'cause they movin' just like me Treatin' my style like some motherfuckin' type beat It might be in your best interest to back off Flintstones gummy vitamin, bitch That soft Me and my team knock hats off Spin your head in circles with these verses You got Jimmy brain, blast off Suckin' me off, no backwash All this repetitive shit to me is just a gimmick, uh Upgradin' my livin' room, I'm makin' good decisions, uh Freein' up some clutter on the mantle, clear my vision up I'm on a mission, uh Five-six, I stand tall Pop shit, know I keep a couple sticks on call It's my fault, had to get it out the basement It's my fault, I could never be complacent No patience, gon' be me against you Don't be surprised when I ain't comin' around soon askin' - Now where were you where I lost my mind at times? Where the hell was you when I was low and felt never high? Where the hell was you when I continued to climb down? And never wanna reach for the three and go outta bounds Either way, calm it down You fuckers was never round And now that I'm makin' sounds Let's see who gon' come in town When I gain the 40,000 motherfuckers Tryna show love to a brother That done worked his ass off To get the torched passed onto thee Lyrically, I've been a king so I know all the schemes Swearin' you Febreze fresh but really got the shit scent I'm not talkin' bout, like, "yea I'm the shit" I'm talkin' like "Nah, no, no, cut that shit off, you're literal shit" So back up bitch Cause them C7 kids around Best believe to leave town now Before you f*ck around and find out See us cruisin' like we chillin' with Robinson Gettin' Smokey, gettin' Stoney, word to Stevie I hope they see m - never mind However, I'm inclined to hear your side Of how you can take such stride On killin' us from your side F*ck it, I lied I'm too tired of hearin' the same ol' song So go run along Hear me roar as the green dinosaur Idealized by them kids Runnin' like rats and rugs on floors We open doors like kind gestures And since I'm a gentlemen I'll shorten this little lecture And end it with my best effort Real recognize real by example Can't be much to handle Aquire victory as a mutant fightin' off sentinels Without a greater ego For real though, for real though, hoe Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go, yessir Let's go Ha ha Unfuckwitable
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Written by: Alejandro Valencia, BIlly Adams, Brian Roberts
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