Lyrics:
of course, what the fuck they keep sending me?
I don't do all that talking, get blood on my skinny jeans
Blew off his head 'fore I went J.F. Kennedy
Fist,
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
nuts, then I (yeah)
Check my ball hair (what?), make sure it's all there (yeah)
Then call the pallbearer (yeah)
It's Music to Be Murdered By again, why
tell my players hold your head and keep your glock by your side
Don't be scared to up and bust when they testin' your pride
Juwan Turner got killed man
Fast
I often think about the fight of the Black Man,
Told by the world he can't think like others can
Eat and drink where others can, shackled by his
mauwi mauwi
That opens up heads Brooklyn to Cali
I blast heads like rocket ships
So figgety feel this, a miggetty meal this
That’ll ready up your mind by
discreet
Talking bad? That'll get your head sawed in half
All my dogs licking up the blood splatter off the grass
I don't have a gun but imma cock that
of
The record with you not really thinking what
The divide would be this is where my head
Was at when I left Miami then
I started thinking about how I
Didn't want
I-I-I-I made a beat. Lay down the sheet
Cuz my fear's in the chair and i'm about to beat
Him. And we don't want blood on my rug
Now that I'm ready
Demons are a stirring and his blood is what it smells
Move in a silence how I work
Craving violence go berserk
Counting money like a clerk
I'm connected
called Judas, ‘cause I was betrayed
By my own blood, I got no more love
Take this here song, as Noah's white dove
Guess I ran out of luck, locked up for
trace
Louis V right by the waist (yee)
Don’t trip just chill
Shoutout PJ he for real
Don’t gotta record on the phone
Y’all ready know what I’m on
My head
TOP’s LONELY
Nocturnal/
Running Laps/
Their plot hurt you/
This a blood sport
& all Ops-to-kill (Obstacle)
Got hurdles/
Look
You get a bag
Carti's my favorite rapper (What?)
Old-heads so confused by the fucking matter (Huh?)
Invalidate the music, dismiss it as mumble rappers (Yeah)
"A
the sky, so nothing gets to my head
The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams
so we marching like (left, right, left, right)
Oh they follow me
Well it's the highly underrated, album so anticipated
Mr. not intimidated by you
Purge
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Once a year it is anarchy pure insanity so I broke in
Yea yea yea yea
FRN back again
Know I came for the muh fuckin win
Bitch
Aye album come soon
So for now enjoy this tune
That I give u in June
Know
One the head fones is on fire this time around styles
My blood pressure up bear wit me
Last time ima tell theses niggas man, niggas can fuck around
'cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
As the blood spills from my pen
It's time to confess my sins, 'cause I ain't tryin' to go to hell
I smoke weed, pop
you sold me that CD it was fire
Actually brought me to tears
By the way when the next album coming out
When you dropping another album
YoReL man, when
Then I walked by a bedroom and it sounded like somebody was getting killed
I walked in on MGK holding a knife to Eminem's daughter
So I punched him in
smack niggaz when they don't feel Keith's right direction
Put niggaz in fear the bullets in they head section
Pick up drug dollars leave rings
Annihilation
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
I’m whatever darkness and hate brings been known
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