(Intro)
Ayy! This s**t
This s**t, this s**t
My life, my life
Ni**a this s**t brazy
Ni**a this s**t brazy
This s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy
This s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy
N**a this s**t brazy, oh Lord!
Ni**a this s**t brazy
(Verse 1)
Look at my life
Been through it all, got bullet wounds twice
Still don’t know where it came from, yikes
Why everybody want a piece of my pie?
I, I, gotta keep guns with me
S**t real, I ain’t tryna be pretty
Paranoia got this Henny in my kidney
Cause I don’t know if they’re with me or against me
They always said this was how it’s gon be
But me…I ain’t wanna believe
They don’t wanna see a ni**a with the green
The reason for the 40 cal with the beam
The devil’s on me, got me tripping
I used to party out with Scotty like Pippen
Now I don’t trust ni**as, and I stopped inviting bi**hes
Over to the crib, they can’t know where I’m living
(Chorus)
S**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This s**t, ni**a, this s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, ni**a this s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh s**t, this s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy
(Verse 2)
Verse two, verse two
I got too much to spit for verse two
Just be careful on how you approach dude
Cause he done already heard about what you wanna do
Paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia down in killer California
What’s their motive? What’s their motive?
Sh*t, I’m the closest with some money that they know of
Lady problems, family problems
Homies problems, all this drama
On my mama, this the type of sh*t you sweat out in the suana
Grandma pray for me, devil keep away from me
Fell out with my day one, that was my ace to me
Mind blown, something different when I’m on
All this s**t got me in another rhyme zone
Lately, I’ve been at home
I grab the pistol when I answer the door
(Chorus)
Cause this s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This s**t, ni**a, this s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, ni**a this s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh s**t, this s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy
(Verse 3)
I ain’t F with this, but I F with this
Can’t complain about it, gotta find out where he gonna master it
Gotta put cameras all around the crib
Gotta, gotta wear the vest like a bib
Got some, got some problems, a whole lot ’em
So I stay dangerous, Osama
Ni**a say they heard about a million dollars
So I gotta bulletproof the Impala
Man I’m bout to lose it
Homies I’m confused with
Money get involved, it’s all bad, they switch too quick
It’s too sick, thought you was realer, my ni**a
Got popped, you ain’t do s**t
Thought you was my killer, my ni**a
Oh! S**t get realer, my ni**a
When ni**as know you getting skrilla, my ni**a
I don’t know what’s gotten into my ni**a
Close from day one, I was with him, my ni**a
(Chorus)
This s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This s**t, ni**a, this s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, ni**a this s**t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh s**t, this s**t, this s**t
This s**t brazy
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