YCK - Bricks

Poppin up the trunk I got a duffel full of junk
And heard that bitch had got a tip but I was running from the jump
Motherfuck all what you puff and all the shit is that you bump
I got venom in my blood bitch I be cutting off a tongue

Cut a fucking wrist slip cigarettes inside the slit
Go and worship all your idols they don't even give a shit
Loss of feeling at this point I don't even move an inch
But when I get the craving bitch I gotta scratch an itch

Prescribed the medication only took it one time
Moving up slow started snorting one line
Guilty pleasure shit like really need to store and save it
Got the product of the people and a ruined generation

Got a couple bars but not the kind you fucking write
I'm talking about the kind that makes you sleep forever say goodnight
Popping on a couple looks like now I'm blacking out
Can't take it back no there's no backing out

Got a couple bricks out the back by the pound
Sell some fucking product but what comes goes around
Pull up real quick right into your downtown
Bitch I'm king of this shit might as well wear a crown

Written by:
YCK, Bryan Lewis

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