Blue Notes by Br0nz Lyrics
Fuck around with the fuck around meet your death
Been in this shit since treble clefts
Chillin on base lines, nigga won't take mine thinkin you'll face mine fuck yo rep.(like)
Rick James to Charlie Murphy's couch
Smack a bitch nigga watch his ass say ouch..
My cadence no delay
Better to duck when projectile spray
Thought that ho shit was "gon" slide..
Forgot about the fateful day
When the elephant enter the room (and you )
"Gotta" back all that shit you say
Feelings of impending doom
Chink in ya armor get exploited
Why can't we all just get along
Some of the beef can't be avoided
Check it the day you make that song
And wrote my name then you jumped off that cliff
Know you ain't Popping up out the wood work
Br0nz do hood work I won't lift
A finger to put you in a ringer
Throw ya little jabs, clever hooks and zingers
Must be tired of living
Run up on monolithic street rap singers
Billy Bats thinkin bout shoe shine boxes
Nick Santoro showed him what the cost is
Decades living on ya mamma "titty" got you fucked
Must not know we bosses
Neva had nothin ass Nigga
Better run along and find a little easier prey
Before you find the wrong side of that trigger
Funeral tees and aye
I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt
You chose to chase clout
"Zuckberg" inboxes ain't "gon" save you
When you figure what the fuck we bout..
Delusional rappers hot cappers
Your foundation is "lackin"
It be all good till I step out the shadows and ask you if what's "Makkin"?
Been in this shit since treble clefts
Chillin on base lines, nigga won't take mine thinkin you'll face mine fuck yo rep.(like)
Rick James to Charlie Murphy's couch
Smack a bitch nigga watch his ass say ouch..
My cadence no delay
Better to duck when projectile spray
Thought that ho shit was "gon" slide..
Forgot about the fateful day
When the elephant enter the room (and you )
"Gotta" back all that shit you say
Feelings of impending doom
Chink in ya armor get exploited
Why can't we all just get along
Some of the beef can't be avoided
Check it the day you make that song
And wrote my name then you jumped off that cliff
Know you ain't Popping up out the wood work
Br0nz do hood work I won't lift
A finger to put you in a ringer
Throw ya little jabs, clever hooks and zingers
Must be tired of living
Run up on monolithic street rap singers
Billy Bats thinkin bout shoe shine boxes
Nick Santoro showed him what the cost is
Decades living on ya mamma "titty" got you fucked
Must not know we bosses
Neva had nothin ass Nigga
Better run along and find a little easier prey
Before you find the wrong side of that trigger
Funeral tees and aye
I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt
You chose to chase clout
"Zuckberg" inboxes ain't "gon" save you
When you figure what the fuck we bout..
Delusional rappers hot cappers
Your foundation is "lackin"
It be all good till I step out the shadows and ask you if what's "Makkin"?