03-04 Brady by Courtesy of the Goodfelllas Lyrics
I dream bigger my big adventure
Middle finger to other side no love for niggas/
We play for keeps we trying to hold position
You see me in it
See I drive it like i stole it, roof missing, lane switching/
Spliff splitting, smoking killer, dank twisting
Im screwed up that H- Town I'm still tippin/
These niggas mad these hoes be after me
They claim that they dont know me but they ask for me/
Y'all gone make Alex P. go catch a body like he Julio
Had to get my hands clean the dirt was in my cuticles/
This gone give the 9-5ers life in the cubicle
Dont wanna see me win a ring like Brady in the Super Bowl/
Well fuck em all we finna ride on these bitches
I roll em fat like Rick Ross im super high on these bitches/
For my soilders in the field, spent time in the trenches
Grinded all summer just to ride off on them inches Oh Lord/
I remember well, which freaks who did it best but nigga I'll never tell
Ain't felt this motivated since my brother went to jail
Since Karla left me and i felt like I was trapped in hell/
I want no more Lo Siento's just Silver Benzos
Light up my spliff my kush is indo, roll up my window/
Goodfellas Never die now this the second intro
It's me and Brilliant Mack again
We finna go to war so grab the blessings from the chaplain/
Trying to get you far as possible
I'm throwing Javelins/
You done left the door crack now you done let the Mac up in/
Cold shoulder from my ex cause she ain't texting back again
And if they miss it play a rerun and see whats happening
2nd Verse:
How Much time this nigga spending on his intro
Feel like Frank White I see the city from the limo/
King of the city I won't let em tell you nothing different
Yea we hear you making music but we never feel it/
I know you said you keep it real, guess im still indifferent
I know i said i had it all i guess its something missing/
Tom Cruise here I go I'm on another mission
Goodfellas back up in it like its prohibition/
This how Bobby Brown felt when he left New Edition
I saw it coming young nigga had a premonition/
Got a ring on her finger but won't call her Mrs
She love dark skinned niggas call em Hershey kisses/
I ain't no geninue but I might give her some wishes
M8 or M9 Beamer she dont know what the difference is/
She want which ever go the fastest, wood grain in the dash
And matching colors on the Benzes but they different classes
You bastards
Middle finger to other side no love for niggas/
We play for keeps we trying to hold position
You see me in it
See I drive it like i stole it, roof missing, lane switching/
Spliff splitting, smoking killer, dank twisting
Im screwed up that H- Town I'm still tippin/
These niggas mad these hoes be after me
They claim that they dont know me but they ask for me/
Y'all gone make Alex P. go catch a body like he Julio
Had to get my hands clean the dirt was in my cuticles/
This gone give the 9-5ers life in the cubicle
Dont wanna see me win a ring like Brady in the Super Bowl/
Well fuck em all we finna ride on these bitches
I roll em fat like Rick Ross im super high on these bitches/
For my soilders in the field, spent time in the trenches
Grinded all summer just to ride off on them inches Oh Lord/
I remember well, which freaks who did it best but nigga I'll never tell
Ain't felt this motivated since my brother went to jail
Since Karla left me and i felt like I was trapped in hell/
I want no more Lo Siento's just Silver Benzos
Light up my spliff my kush is indo, roll up my window/
Goodfellas Never die now this the second intro
It's me and Brilliant Mack again
We finna go to war so grab the blessings from the chaplain/
Trying to get you far as possible
I'm throwing Javelins/
You done left the door crack now you done let the Mac up in/
Cold shoulder from my ex cause she ain't texting back again
And if they miss it play a rerun and see whats happening
2nd Verse:
How Much time this nigga spending on his intro
Feel like Frank White I see the city from the limo/
King of the city I won't let em tell you nothing different
Yea we hear you making music but we never feel it/
I know you said you keep it real, guess im still indifferent
I know i said i had it all i guess its something missing/
Tom Cruise here I go I'm on another mission
Goodfellas back up in it like its prohibition/
This how Bobby Brown felt when he left New Edition
I saw it coming young nigga had a premonition/
Got a ring on her finger but won't call her Mrs
She love dark skinned niggas call em Hershey kisses/
I ain't no geninue but I might give her some wishes
M8 or M9 Beamer she dont know what the difference is/
She want which ever go the fastest, wood grain in the dash
And matching colors on the Benzes but they different classes
You bastards