Cortez & Crisis - Brick By Brick (feat. Eto)

Filthy rich
In the field with sticks
Spinning blocks
Opps will get hit
Brick by Brick
From the corner
Where it still get lit
Been outside boy
I built this shit
Brick by Brick
Yo who made the strip hot
I made this shit pop
Whip til my wrist lock
I did it
Brick by Brick
A yo who made the strip hot
I made this shit pop
Whip til my wrist lock
I built this
Brick by Brick
Brooklyn gotta get my drip
Gucci belt on
Where my fit my blick
Only something foreign
When I hit my strip
Mask stay on
Til I hit my lick
That's yo wife
But homie this my bitch
I put in work
C.O.D holmes
This my brick
We took risks
And I bet all chips
Just to end off rich
Off one whip
Made ten off six
Hit the strip
With the packs
Hands on
Advance more
Stash transports
Stamp passports
Seen a lot of cash lost
Yo it's crazy how
Cort hired a judge
That can't pass laws
We just blast more
Wild with a stainless
Guns for the occasion
We get foul if they flagrant
Aim with a lazer
We gon Spray
Like it's fragrance
Brick by brick
I carve my name
In da pavement
Filthy rich
In the field with sticks
Spinning blocks
Opps will get hit
Brick by Brick
From the corner
Where it still get lit
Been outside boy
I built this shit
Brick by Brick
Yo who made the strip hot
I made this shit pop
Whip til my wrist lock
I did it
Brick by Brick
A yo who made the strip hot
I made this shit pop
Whip til my wrist lock
I built this
Brick by Brick
Step by step
Brick by brick
I'm a ruin it for all of us
If I miss
I hold a mit
That could risk my pitch
Cause the shit I grip
Is too heavy
For the wrist I flick
Knock 'em out the park
It's no 'ting
But I doubt his heart
Does he draw with emotions
Or is he 'bout his art
If his scars are re-opened
he gon fall apart
If he don't talk to me broken
I can talk it's harsh
Ask them niggaz
I shot the alley oops to
They took the credit
Don't ask me who's who
I built this brick by brick
Filthy rich guiltiness
Cause having nothing
Had me cuckoo
Never shot a man
In my life
But I will
And I still got to stand
On my stripes
Cause I Healed
You'll see me on ya way down
Few revolvers
Four trey pounds
Few of Us
Filthy rich
In the field with sticks
Spinning blocks
Opps will get hit
Brick by Brick
From the corner
Where it still get lit
Been outside boy
I built this shit
Brick by Brick
Yo who made the strip hot
I made this shit pop
Whip til my wrist lock
I did it
Brick by Brick
A yo who made the strip hot
I made this shit pop
Whip til my wrist lock
I built this
Brick by Brick

Written by:
Alvin Olivarria, Ernesto Cortes

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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