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Hello, I'm Brandon Carter
Shi-wait, lemme keep this pg
You don't know me, but you will
Yeah, ugh, woo!
I don't like you tellin' me no, then act like

belongs to me,

We go together like cashmere and leather,
No one could do you better,

We go together like cashmere and leather,
And baby I’m with whatever,

still by my side
Like a copilot, I pimp my ride
I'ma go violent if you touch my guys
Don’t close eyelids when I look at the skies
Been doin' this shit

in them pants, I don't plan to ignore it
Take me by the hand, tell me with your hips
Don't want to see your lips till we laid at the crib
Say you

'll get run over by my car like I was Caitlyn Jenner
Now onto the Confederate Flag, if you wave it
You're a traitor to America, because you hate it
I will

Mrs. Claus laying down
Naked on the table
Slamming body shots
With a bit of luck
You could be a pimp like me
But pro'lly not
Dudes are playing, throwing

Pressure like some diamonds from some coal
RIP Heath Ledger
Why so serious
But this ain't a fuckin joke
I just started poppin with some bread
Now you

Khalas

Ra

7 Days

2017

till you're cold in a coffin
Rudeboy like Rihanna
Before all this, I was robbin'
For a Kilo Echo Yankee
Bro will Papa Oscar Papa
At your Bravo Oscar

even listening some, while walking 
around, while they try to look up 
close, where tutti counters under  
all over like tootie heath, like the 
daze

watch me as I find my shine
Light it up and walk like Frankenstein
Then I get another dime
Here you go smoke up
While I go look for another bowl to toke

stick in the mud
I'm getting sick and fuckin tired of always picking you up
Make the whole game lay face down
Then I give em surprises
Like a dick in

again and they quiet like we at a wedding
hm
Meet my bro Brandon he locked on a chain if you pull up then you might regret it
hm
You heard when he said it

the mentality of a street kid
It's like your doing a bid
I was you at 16, acting a fool, ditching school
Chasing money and jewels, chasing the cool
I never knew

Tremendous

Brotha Lynch Hung, Sicx

Southwest Riders

1997

eat these niggaz up like Jason
Chasin you through camp pistol lake
Like a wolf on crank hit the dank,
The tank up, put on the make-up
An come back

a one and doner
Judge me by my color, then you find out I'm not like the others

Just like the quiet one 
Must be up to something
Something up my sleeve

Petty boy
You wanna play games but this shit right here is a deadly toy
Still blazing with some shooters, you know, Brandon Roys
And they can deploy
Pick

talk more shit than Charleston white
Chop drop you like Kyrie did Brandon knight
How tf you make ah diss bout tha gang and ain't get no likes
Disappear

me passin by you cuz of my cologne 
Girl you really foreign but this feels like home

What am I still doing here?
You made me feel like I don't belong here.
Now it's been one long year,
That's enough for me.
No it ain't worth my tears,

You jokers better stay away
Ain’t no pulling your pranks today
I’m whippin', whippin' switching lanes
In my city feelin like Bruce Wayne
Cruising

complacent being adjacent to mediocre
I'm undeniably built for this role like Heath in Joker
I'm steady moving up, you frozen like a dead controller
Promise

racks and I hit my dance onem
Jack who bihh I put dat fan onem
Open ya face like can homie
Repeat dat shit fuck
Was you saying homie
Grown asf niggas

twines
That was broken by cold lies
And I am not your favorite rapper
But I can switch it up and have you go banana-nanas
Now you sitting in your basement

Open your eyes I’ve been by your side through all of your lies
Looking like your doing dark magic from behind
Open your eyes I’ve been with you after all