BROCKHAMPTON - I BEEN BORN AGAIN

Out on the deck like I'm wildin' for respect
It's a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League
Where you from, though? Can't come around here, this shit is gated
We made it, happy belated, I see the rage hit

It's better if I try not to talk about the shit that's always on my mind
Money on my mind (that's right), couple hunnids at a time
Try to fuck me blind, duckin' down, hear me whine
We outside now (that's right), milk carton in the back
We don't like to fuck around with the niggas in the back
Pullin' triggers in the 'Lac (that's right), May the praise stay bad
Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin' waves back, stay strapped (that's right)
Dancin' like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress
Hope the Good Lord catch this, I ain't tellin' backwards
Lie just like an actor, Hollywood is batshit
Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still
Rappin' 'bout dick still, and I lease a house still
Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here
God gave me a good deal
Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel
Bitch, I wanna hit still
This shit for my partna 'nem, Devil keep on robbin' them
Expressin' for myself, like I'm fuckin' Dennis Rodman (that's right)

Like I'm Dennis Rodman
Diamond dentures for my partna dem (that's right)
Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend
Ain't no answer, that's my partna dem (that's right)
She so bad, I let her touch my butt (yeah)
Merlyn, what the fuck!

Line 'em up, you know that I'm shootin' (that's right)
It ain't no one business who or what we doin' (that's right)
Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin'
To you basic bitches, I know I'm a nuisance

Sugar, yeah, gimme some
Gimme dome, I'ma smoke some
Y'all ain't want the smoke, been smokin'
Garden gnome shrooms, y'all, who is y'all?
This what it mean to ball?
Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La
Valet parking, drive a shit whip
But I ain't broke, bitch
Rock my own shit, hit my own switch
Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid
Tell it like it is
Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead
Texas 'til I'm dead
BBQ and cornbread, like I'm corn-fed
Here we go again, hit 'em one more 'gain
Screwed up from The Woodlands
Number six, been through hell, think I'm heaven-sent
Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain't know
Guess I found him, I am blessed man
Breakin' dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats
I ain't trippin', but copy that
It's a wrap, keep my distance
Where's Waldo, but we winnin'
Me and my dogs ain't finished (that's right)
The real know, what's a billfold
You can't fold, I stay grinnin'
No peekin'

Go ahead and try harder
You ain't gotta ask to put up with nobody
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get on your damn knees and pray sometimes with your muhfuckin' ass
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves
Get your muhfuckin' ass on out there
That's all you gon' be, a muhfucker
You oughta be ashamed of yourselves

Send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
Send 'em-send 'em out the door
They ain't knockin' no more
They-they-they ain't knockin' no more
They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more
(That's right)

Written by:
Ciaran McDonald, Dominique Simpson, Henock Sileshi, Ian Simpson, Jabari Manwarring, Matthew Garrett Champion, Romil Hemnani, Russell Evan Boring, William Anku Kraka Mawuli Ando Wood

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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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