Tezo Ali - Brazy

Don’t wanna die from police
I’ll get rest when i’m deceased
I live in the United States
That’s why i’m totin on my piece
On my hip is where it stays
I pray all my niggas are safe
Why they had to take Rae
Why they had to take Tae
Bitch i’m going brazy, brazy
Mama I won’t let em take me
I’ma make it home safely
Glockiana got no safety
45 days ain’t shit to 12 months of probation
I feel better better when i’m drinking
Forget my problems when i’m faded
Fake niggas in abundance
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming ancient
Fake niggas in abundance
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming ancient
Got a devil on my shoulder
Gotta shake him off
I been having talks with God
About my evil thoughts
Even though i’m cold at times
I got a good heart
Gave this world a piece of me
And it ripped me apart
It ripped me to shreds
I no longer have a choice
Cause i’m pushed to the edge
So i’ll kill y’all instead
I might fly to Arizona with my nigga, Ty
Please appreciate your niggas while they still alive
Tired of being depressed
How’d I end up in this mess
Calling for someone to help
But they won’t feel how I felt
This the hand I was dealt
Playing my cars right
We gonna be alright
Was up in the bathroom writing songs all night
It’s gone be a long night
Aye, fuck all that yappin
You know what i’m saying
Bitch i’m going brazy, brazy
Mama I won’t let em take me
I’ma make it home safely
Glockiana got no safety
45 days ain’t shit to 12 months of probation
I feel better better when i’m drinking
Forget my problems when i’m faded
Fake niggas in abundance
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming ancient
Fake niggas in abundance
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming ancient
The real ones becoming
I won’t
Bitch i’m going brazy, brazy
Mama I won’t let em take me
I’ma make it home safely
Glockiana got no safety
I won’t miss i’ma hit you
If we ever got an issue
When you leave I hope they miss you
Cause i’m the type to forget you
All of my patience are gone
They been depleted
Getting tired of people saying
That they here for me
But then they desert and deceive me
They got no rhyme or no reason
Yeah
Say they got no rhyme or no reason
Bitch i’m going brazy, brazy

Written by:
Christopher Roberson

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