Brian O'Shea - Purse (feat. Alex David)

Yeah, look, yeah
My bitch bad
Got some shit in her purse I can't speak on
That's the type of shit we on
Spaceship, Elon
Cold as fuck, freon
These boys can't hold it down
So put me on wax
Only speak on facts
In fact, I got a bad habit
Only put truth down, no cappin'
2023 called, what's happenin?
Told me the bars are too weak
So I'm breakin' out rappin'
No stoppin' me now it's my time
Mama told me I'ma star so I shine
No more stressin', I'm fine
Relax
Deep breath, reset, okay we back
Let's all settle down, hold the applause
I got a little bit of confidence down in my drawers
Mix it with a bad attitude
Feelin' is raw
Jeleel shit
Real shit
Energy, ah
I'm pissed off 'cause they movin' just like me
Treatin' my style like some motherfuckin' type beat
It might be in your best interest to back off
Flintstones gummy vitamin, bitch
That soft
Me and my team knock hats off
Spin your head in circles with these verses
You got Jimmy brain, blast off
Suckin' me off, no backwash
All this repetitive shit to me is just a gimmick, uh
Upgradin' my livin' room, I'm makin' good decisions, uh
Freein' up some clutter on the mantle, clear my vision up
I'm on a mission, uh
Five-six, I stand tall
Pop shit, know I keep a couple sticks on call
It's my fault, had to get it out the basement
It's my fault, I could never be complacent
No patience, gon' be me against you
Don't be surprised when I ain't comin' around soon askin' -

Now where were you where I lost my mind at times?
Where the hell was you when I was low and felt never high?
Where the hell was you when I continued to climb down?
And never wanna reach for the three and go outta bounds
Either way, calm it down
You fuckers was never round
And now that I'm makin' sounds
Let's see who gon' come in town
When I gain the 40,000 motherfuckers
Tryna show love to a brother
That done worked his ass off
To get the torched passed onto thee
Lyrically, I've been a king so I know all the schemes
Swearin' you Febreze fresh but really got the shit scent
I'm not talkin' bout, like, "yea I'm the shit"
I'm talkin' like
"Nah, no, no, cut that shit off, you're literal shit"
So back up bitch
Cause them C7 kids around
Best believe to leave town now
Before you fuck around and find out
See us cruisin' like we chillin' with Robinson
Gettin' Smokey, gettin' Stoney, word to Stevie
I hope they see m - never mind
However, I'm inclined to hear your side
Of how you can take such stride
On killin' us from your side
Fuck it, I lied
I'm too tired of hearin' the same ol' song
So go run along
Hear me roar as the green dinosaur
Idealized by them kids
Runnin' like rats and rugs on floors
We open doors like kind gestures
And since I'm a gentlemen
I'll shorten this little lecture
And end it with my best effort
Real recognize real by example
Can't be much to handle
Aquire victory as a mutant fightin' off sentinels
Without a greater ego
For real though, for real though, hoe

Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, yessir
Let's go
Ha ha
Unfuckwitable

Written by:
Alejandro Valencia, BIlly Adams, Brian Roberts

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