Released: October 7, 2014
Featuring: Add-2
[Verse 1: Bullet Brak]
This a dope ass beat right here, so how we make it better?
Add two MC’s just add the cheddar
Bullet Eastwood, a new age Clint though
Try and get this money clicking like the mint flow
Me, I’m kinda weird where I’m from
See planet Earth ain’t had an alien like me in some suns
I can drop so much knowledge now, the earth quake
Hop up in the booth to murder shit on the first take
Jazzy like the mob, black pea coats and top hats
I watch rats tell on folks then cop cracks
The world’s crazy but I’m tryna stay sane
And just cause you cryin’ don’t mean you feel pain
Business always handled, sometimes I take another route
Snipers hit you while you eatin’ at your brother’s house
Let me hear somethin’ though, you know Bullet kick it
I’m known to spit that dope, leave you addicted
Chi to the DMV, we right here though
Some keep it real, and some been weirdos
Most be fearful of what they don’t know
Hold on, it won’t go easier, just know
Not a pot to piss in, a window throw it out of when ya
On a mission your feeling’s don’t matter
All this cheddar is lathered to ya by Bullet Brak
Hit me on them social media sites, I holla back
[Verse 2: Add-2]
Not a pot to piss in, a window throw it out of when ya
On a mission your feeling’s don’t matter
Lappin’ rap dudes (what’s your name?) Add-2
(Yo, tell ‘em what you do) make cuts like stab wounds
My pen and pad is crazy, belong in a padded room
I turn into a monster like seein’ a full moon
I’m sonnin’ whoever, step in the booth make it a sauna
Handin’ out ass-whoopin’s like graduates get diplomas
I’m back, my add-2 shit black thoughts no rule shit
Ruthless dude, stayin on cue, like two pool sticks
Killin’ MC’s, sugar coated it freeze
I’m in the DMV like I need a new ID, what up?
Me and Bullet Brak these others cats that couldn’t rap
You rookies cat get broke like crooked hats
Man, see these broads hard as [?] , kick it like grammatica
Got the top flow like an attic, who you made at bruh?
Oh it’s me? Well fuck you too
I would hate to trade places, shit, it sucks to be you
See I do what I’m supposed to, you fillin’ like a quota
Quote this: I’m the glass you just a coaster, bitch
[Outro]
This a dope ass beat right here, so how we make it better?
Add two MC’s just add the cheddar
Bullet Eastwood, a new age Clint though
Try and get this money clicking like the mint flow
Me, I’m kinda weird where I’m from
See planet Earth ain’t had an alien like me in some suns
I can drop so much knowledge now, the earth quake
Hop up in the booth to murder shit on the first take
Jazzy like the mob, black pea coats and top hats
I watch rats tell on folks then cop cracks
The world’s crazy but I’m tryna stay sane
And just cause you cryin’ don’t mean you feel pain
Business always handled, sometimes I take another route
Snipers hit you while you eatin’ at your brother’s house
Let me hear somethin’ though, you know Bullet kick it
I’m known to spit that dope, leave you addicted
Chi to the DMV, we right here though
Some keep it real, and some been weirdos
Most be fearful of what they don’t know
Hold on, it won’t go easier, just know
Not a pot to piss in, a window throw it out of when ya
On a mission your feeling’s don’t matter
All this cheddar is lathered to ya by Bullet Brak
Hit me on them social media sites, I holla back
[Verse 2: Add-2]
Not a pot to piss in, a window throw it out of when ya
On a mission your feeling’s don’t matter
Lappin’ rap dudes (what’s your name?) Add-2
(Yo, tell ‘em what you do) make cuts like stab wounds
My pen and pad is crazy, belong in a padded room
I turn into a monster like seein’ a full moon
I’m sonnin’ whoever, step in the booth make it a sauna
Handin’ out ass-whoopin’s like graduates get diplomas
I’m back, my add-2 shit black thoughts no rule shit
Ruthless dude, stayin on cue, like two pool sticks
Killin’ MC’s, sugar coated it freeze
I’m in the DMV like I need a new ID, what up?
Me and Bullet Brak these others cats that couldn’t rap
You rookies cat get broke like crooked hats
Man, see these broads hard as [?] , kick it like grammatica
Got the top flow like an attic, who you made at bruh?
Oh it’s me? Well fuck you too
I would hate to trade places, shit, it sucks to be you
See I do what I’m supposed to, you fillin’ like a quota
Quote this: I’m the glass you just a coaster, bitch
[Outro]
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