MB3 Brown - DIFFERENT LEAGUES

Been had the city on smash, please don't make me mad
Tryna to put my bars in a bag, tryna put my pen to the pad
And I'm bout to crash
What we gon eat?
I make plays and I don't sleep
You gotta believe, I'm in a whole other league
Bout to go AWOL, shoot it like a 8 ball
Man these bars do burn like Napalm
I take care of what them boys can't take from
Junkyard dog, hold it down since day one
Se la vie, I kill beats and melodies
At the top and none of y'all ahead of me
Word to the game, gotta pay your fees
It's life or death on that KOD
I got a budget
I'm a walking triple double, that mean I'm clearly a bucket
I gotta run it back, I'm making plays like a running back
That was the end of discussion
I'm fresh out of Bama
I might take a trip to Atlanta, Magic City Monday on Monday
I'm doubling, tripling hundreds on hundreds
I'm bugging, I might just turn nothing to something
Been had the city on smash, please don't make me mad
Tryna to put my bars in a bag, tryna put my pen to the pad
And I'm bout to crash
What we gon eat?
I make plays and I don't sleep
You gotta believe, I'm in a whole other league
That bitch wanna grab on my throat, uh huh
I told that bitch she gotta go, uh huh
She sucking my dick on the low, uh huh
They saying I got every flow, uh huh
They telling nigga, like I now
Shit is like a boat and a paddle, like I row
But I'm spitting fire like nigga be Iroh
He gon get burnt by tryna be my foe, uh
She gon give me brain, I don't care, bitch I'm insane
She gon try to grab my chain, this expensive Johnny Dang (Yuh!)
We don't give no fuck, guess that boy run out of luck
He gon try to run it up, we gon put him in the truck (gang)
Been had the city on smash, please don't make me mad
Tryna to put my bars in a bag, tryna put my pen to the pad
And I'm bout to crash
What we gon eat?
I make plays and I don't sleep
You gotta believe, I'm in a whole other league
Sitting sideways
Feel like Paul Wall when I'm big pimpin'
Most these rappers really cat fishing, I can see they hating through a tunnel vision
I plead the fifth in the sixth dimension
On the road tryna find me a better me
I been cooking and cheffing up melodies
I know guys on the corner, they packing heat
One wrong move and they letting they trigger squeeze
I don't wanna fall victim to bloody leaves
Bloody murder on murder, I'm killing beats
Everybody keep talking about MB3
Ima say what I feel, what I really mean
On the real, u'all don't know who I am
I got lost in the dream, made a couple schemes
And then I created some plans
To this day, I can't trust Uncle Sam
I just wanna become my own man, take a lot to admit when you down
But I got a ride, and Im tryna slide
It's a good surprise when you come around
(I'm in a whole other league, I'm in a whole other league)

Written by:
Micheal Stephens, Mitchell Brown

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