Young Fade - Little Brandon

Ight
This that cocky rapper 2001 style right here
Yeah
Yeah

Imagine Little Brandon
Just runnin' round the
Backyard
Listen to the kid
He got
Hard bars
Take your favorite rapper
I'll hit em with a
Parked car
Please don't start
I am a star
We larger than mars
You jokes get burned
Bones stay charred
I am too far
I am too far

Hi my name is Brandon
I grew up with a passion for writing and rapping
So when these fakers come snappin
I just get to my laughin
Then they askin
What just happened
Imagine
Something a mind like yours couldn't fathom it's
An illuminated mind with an underrated grind
Snatching up the sound like

Nigga this shit
Runnin through my veins
Talkin all the shit
I'ma blow outya brain
I don't play no games
I just do my tang
And I smoke my blunt
And I go my way
Switch up the flow like I do roleplay withco bitch
In my place
You moody nigga
Get out my face
I go in
I go hard
My album
You go soft
Like futan
I Liu Kang
You Shao Kahn
Turn to Dragon
Flame you son
You be gone
Little fish
Big pond
Now the fuckin hook is on
Tai-Kwon

Imagine Little Brandon
Just runnin' round the
Backyard
Listen to the kid
He got
Hard bars
Take your favorite rapper
I'll hit em with a
Parked car
Please don't start
I am a star
We larger than mars
You jokes get burned
Bones stay charred
I am too far
I am too far

I got that Lyrical Fever
You think you run that shit?
Boy I am the leader
Hail to king
Nigga I'm Caesar
Remember when Fadeical sucked?
Me neither
Man I'm sick
Fuck ya medicine
Only cure I need is a mothefucking paper and writing pen
Yo I'm better than
A nigga in highschool who got his lettermans
I just stick to writing and I get my letters in
Oh shit
Who's next?
You slick
Run up on a nigga too quick
And we gonna have to do it
I ain't never gonna lose it
Man I got the Fever
Of a poet
I draft them lines like a cold hit and all you niggas know it
You know I gotta show it
Man I got the fever
Of a lyricist
Going villainous, killing the tyrannous
Only spitting that real so you know them fakes ain't hearing this
Nigga I'm sick
I cannot breathe
Get outta my face acting like you know me
Nigga I see
Nigga I be
The Lyrical Fever
Follow me
Follow me
I am the leader
Hail to the king
Nigga I'm Caesar
Try to be like me
Nigga you gon have a seizure

Imagine Little Brandon
Just runnin' round the
Backyard
Listen to the kid
He got
Hard bars
Take your favorite rapper
I'll hit em with a
Parked car
Please don't start
I am a star
We larger than mars
You jokes get burned
Bones stay charred
I am too far
I am too far

These niggas think they serious
But they're fuckin delirious
I only spit that real
So you know these lames ain't hearin this
Talkin all that shit does nothing but make em furious
Cuz when I make it they be trying to get hella faded (faded)
While they do that I open my mind and this lyricism gets elevated (say it)
Back of the goon room
Nobody doubts this young kid cuz he fuckin slaying
Drop the spirit bomb
This nigga the Super Saiyan
God damn!
Nah I'm just fuckin playin
Let me take it back with a pen and a pad
Lies and they're mad
Truth and they're mad
Outcome the same
Isn't that sad?
But it's that 32 so you know we keep it rad
Hit em with that bad flow
Grab the gat and run off with the heat though
Gambling up like life was a casino
We so high that we hit em with a C Note

Written by:
Brandon Samuels

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