Im So Brain by King Iso Lyrics
[Intro]
Brain... Brain... yeah
[Verse 1]
Uhh, nigga I'm still with the shit talking
The blood niggas rocking the Loc, niggas are crip walking
The eses throw the scene to get some shit poppin'
I mac daddy with the MAC, I leave ya criss crossing
This market I'm eating, you can forget Boston
I've been bombing you nimrods, you're in coffins
Who as hot as I am? Boy that's a thin margin
Remove organs and then fill 'em with embalming
Fluids, stupid, I still get the shit sparkin'
Twin heaters, call him Sean and him Marley
And drop the wackest shit ever and depend on it
Your broad all on my dick and she won't get off it
Forget [?] I'm flyer than [?]
That's a hometown reference, you die if you test me
You singin' like Ryan Leslie when them boys get at you
Have the brainiac niggas let them Toys spit at you, steel
[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
[Verse 2]
I can't lie: I hate this new era of spittin', these dudes suck
And the pioneers barely get mentioned
I should've travel through time yo and vary these henchmen
And murder modern day rappers and bury them with it
'Cause my flow very acidic, y'all hoes fairies and bitches
I smoke, mari no Christmas, y'all souls scary fictitious
I don't dare to go listen to the shit you call hit music
I'd rather put a hit out on you like forget music
Fuck the party rap, I get stupid
Like I got too many hoes in my brain, no lit fuses
Got rappers pissed when they can't do this
'Cause y'all sound like shit
But I'm in the booth to commence poopin'
On anybody who ain't down with the Brain (The brain)
That water down shit can drown in a drain (In a drain)
It's on the muthafuckin' town that I claim (That I claim)
We keep it sick, let it pound, let it bang
Brain
[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
[Verse 3]
Pick up the 40 and spark up the blunt
This for the niggas this be on that other shit
'Cause we banged out
Everybody [?] my niggas be trippin' off colors
Niggas that hang out
On the corner or probably be servin' at somebody neighborhood
Even ratchet bitches bang out
Hella ass and be looking like Meagan Good, swangin' wood
They be hammin' out the old school with the top back
Afros or the cornrows, niggas tryna bring the flat top back
Dickies fitted, sippin' 211 with the chuck Ts, where the bomb at?
Smokin' hella good and nigga probably catchin' high just off of contact
Banging, most of y'all niggas don't live on the set that you rap about
Fake dissin' with some battle bars
No wonder why niggas got to actin' mad
I'm really banged out, psycho with the rachet [?]
And pull up at your house
And make the muthafucka prove to me all that foolery that you braggin' out
Half a pound, airplane mode, you ain't as high as that
[?] I'm right here where the drama like "Where the riots at?"
Old school livin' like where these niggas can find me at
Bangin' like it's '84, I'm tryna bring the 90s back
[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
Brain... Brain... yeah
[Verse 1]
Uhh, nigga I'm still with the shit talking
The blood niggas rocking the Loc, niggas are crip walking
The eses throw the scene to get some shit poppin'
I mac daddy with the MAC, I leave ya criss crossing
This market I'm eating, you can forget Boston
I've been bombing you nimrods, you're in coffins
Who as hot as I am? Boy that's a thin margin
Remove organs and then fill 'em with embalming
Fluids, stupid, I still get the shit sparkin'
Twin heaters, call him Sean and him Marley
And drop the wackest shit ever and depend on it
Your broad all on my dick and she won't get off it
Forget [?] I'm flyer than [?]
That's a hometown reference, you die if you test me
You singin' like Ryan Leslie when them boys get at you
Have the brainiac niggas let them Toys spit at you, steel
[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
[Verse 2]
I can't lie: I hate this new era of spittin', these dudes suck
And the pioneers barely get mentioned
I should've travel through time yo and vary these henchmen
And murder modern day rappers and bury them with it
'Cause my flow very acidic, y'all hoes fairies and bitches
I smoke, mari no Christmas, y'all souls scary fictitious
I don't dare to go listen to the shit you call hit music
I'd rather put a hit out on you like forget music
Fuck the party rap, I get stupid
Like I got too many hoes in my brain, no lit fuses
Got rappers pissed when they can't do this
'Cause y'all sound like shit
But I'm in the booth to commence poopin'
On anybody who ain't down with the Brain (The brain)
That water down shit can drown in a drain (In a drain)
It's on the muthafuckin' town that I claim (That I claim)
We keep it sick, let it pound, let it bang
Brain
[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
[Verse 3]
Pick up the 40 and spark up the blunt
This for the niggas this be on that other shit
'Cause we banged out
Everybody [?] my niggas be trippin' off colors
Niggas that hang out
On the corner or probably be servin' at somebody neighborhood
Even ratchet bitches bang out
Hella ass and be looking like Meagan Good, swangin' wood
They be hammin' out the old school with the top back
Afros or the cornrows, niggas tryna bring the flat top back
Dickies fitted, sippin' 211 with the chuck Ts, where the bomb at?
Smokin' hella good and nigga probably catchin' high just off of contact
Banging, most of y'all niggas don't live on the set that you rap about
Fake dissin' with some battle bars
No wonder why niggas got to actin' mad
I'm really banged out, psycho with the rachet [?]
And pull up at your house
And make the muthafucka prove to me all that foolery that you braggin' out
Half a pound, airplane mode, you ain't as high as that
[?] I'm right here where the drama like "Where the riots at?"
Old school livin' like where these niggas can find me at
Bangin' like it's '84, I'm tryna bring the 90s back
[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood niggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthafuckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain