Gxxd Trxuble - Blew The Brains (Freestyle)

Aye, look
Staggered the coupe the same color as Christmas
The rims Hershey Kisses
Switchin' lanes grippin', grain
Blew the brains on the back of milk cartons, roof missin'
Apartment H, muhfucka
Real is back
Where I'm from, we rarely make it up out the field with that
Hit the lotto, you make it up out them trenches
But when you stuck off in the mud, feel like you lost the ticket
'Fore Covid I was, practicin' my distance
Smokin' loud and reminiscin'
Remember them days
We barely ain't, have a pot to piss in
Roaches on the ceilin'
Box fans in them windows
I came a long way, that's why it's hard for me to
Listen
The HR is the AR
Got love for my dawgs like Nate, lil bro in the back with a Drac'
And we ridin' 'round with that bitch like it's State Farm
If you need assistance
You want different, got to move different
Gxxd Trxuble bitch, you know wassup
Front leaf, when I stuff a blunt
Trunk in the front
Whip a spaceship
I blew the brains out
That's a facelift
Poppin' jiggas going nonstop
I need the whole prescription
The last bullet left in the clip
One shot I cain't miss it, on target with this long shot
Guess I want the shit they don't like a pawnshop
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Paper chasin' in pursuit of greatness
Bitch I'm starvin', I'm so hungry I can taste it
Need more cheddar, sent it back with the waitress
Juiced up the motor, V8 splash the engine
Henny for my thots, baddies in all my mentions
Need pennies for my thoughts, money still the mission
All this money, got me wishin' I could save us all
God set us up to die so we was playin' ball
Had to serve and go on missions, just to make it work
You fell in love and pillow talk, she on your paperwork
Ace Boogie out the cleaners, way they hatin' on me
They say it's lonely at the top, I hope they waitin' on me
Smoke til I'm lifeless
Apartment H nigga, all you see it nice shit
Gxxd Trxuble, still Fort Smith's finest
Still change the climate
Rollie flooded full up when I pull up
In the Ghost, still the old me
Still pourin' 8's
Still ride on 4's
Tell valet to move the ropes, I feel like Kobe
Addicted to the money, flip the switch, shoot like Tatum for them four leaf's
Knickin' in New York, she give me Toppin like I'm Obi
They don't know me
Rookie year
And you niggas know it's OV
Still cain't hold me, yeah

Written by:
Ian Carter

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