Brutus Letra

I showed up with the whole shipment when my script was biting
Before 20, they put my name in the big indictment
My plug indecisive, same work, different prices, yeah
Baby Benz logo on the windshield wipers
And I got two possession charges for a pistol license
Weed trappers running out they building when I get to Dyckman
We blew whip money copping ice (ice)
And spent brick money booking Jet Blue flights
New white Christian Loubs with the blue spikes (uh)
Maserati LaVonte with the blue lights, yeah
Duffle in my trunk, bad on the wheel bearing
My dog came with 50 large to my bail hearing
The pot bust in 2010 and I can still hear it
I love my mom, but that hard was my real parents
Let's go, who run the city the most? (That's us)
I let this 50 [?] fill this bitch us with smoke
I ran my chips up so I can just pick up your ho
I get my dick sucked and then I convince her to go
Uh, it's me, fully loaded ratchet, I'm a pistol squeezer
I take off my jacket, see this big El Nino
With my bitch, jumping out of traffic in the little Beamer
Got the opps' names tatted on my trigger finger

Ayo, bricks in the Louis V duffle, masterpiece collection
Ayo, ayo, yoppa shells hit his ass from each direction
Ayo, ayo, the niggas you idolize, I'm least impressed with
Ayo, ayo, I got your bitch on the bus looking like she pregnant
[?] got me Dior Homme low tops, rose drops (skr)
13 gauge with the nose chopped, stove top (boom boom boom boom boom)
My shooter come over, sniff out the whole block
Hand me 5 locks, load up the whole shot
Had to spend 60 on the shoes, 23 in 1, 500 burps all I knew
First day, anyway, I go "Nigga, who is who?"
Get my gun ready, filled up my locker and I'm bool (ah)
Turkey logs and my fried rice
Skip my spot at the microwave, you gon' die tonight (ah)
055, nigga
Rest in peace Scoop, free Sly, nigga

It's the Machine, they act like they forgot (hah)
I'm 'bout to hit 'em with the fatal shot
I leave him laying in the vacant lot
Try to take my chain, you just gon' take a shot (I saw you walk in, nigga)
I take a block and whip the shit, I scrape the pot (with what?)
My shooters on my team, they what the Lakers got (hah)
CeeLo gains, bank was stopped, I throw trips, take the box (hahahaha)
I'm on top, you ain't gon' take my spot (never)
I bet all of this paper in this Maison box (you know them Margiela sticks)
You better have something to fire with you
I fire missiles, leave you bleeding like a lion bit you (uh huh)
Fuck you and them niggas riding with you (fuck all y'all niggas)
I'm here to terrorize the game, .45 on me like [?] (ha)
I don't tuck my necklace, I'ma leave it out (I'm rocking my shit)
You say you better than me but you broke, that shit don't even out (you still broke)
My young bulls eating like they never seen a drought
In my trap, everybody weighing like it's Keenan house (hahaha)
They say my shit is album of the year and it ain't even out
And yet I'm still the one you seem to doubt, uh (talk to 'em)
Out in Cali, I brought the demon out (vroom)
Riding through Calabasas, took the scenic route (uh huh)
Bag on the back seat in case I need a house (might want to buy a house)
With a bitch that keep tryna pull my penis out (gotta chill, baby)
I live a hell of a life, I'm impaling a knife
Inside a competitor just to sever and slice (woo)
I'm Stephen from the stripe, I'm better than nice
I want your necklace or your life and I ain't telling you twice (run that shit)
Look, I came a long way from measuring white
I got right and flooded the Skydweller bezel with ice
My man shot a nigga door, by mistake he took a quarter
Asked him why he copped, he said that's better than life

I feel you, nigga, a shame
You know what's up, nigga, haha
Gone