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successors - brent faiyaz lyrics

[intro: black ice]
i be like ”oh, d*mn”
that’s that cat that changed his name from david to ayatollah
high roller, motorola soldier
tec*9 under his polo, ass*n*gga
don’t know his future or his past n*gga
but that fast trigger got this die*cast
forty*ounce swigger thinking his sh*t is bigger than mine

[verse 1: brent faiyaz]
i got too much to live for
and, i ain’t think about suicide never once, ’cause i’m do or die ’til i’m done
from what i see, a hater can speak on us all they want
but, when i’m close, i don’t hear nothin’, i swear, your timin’ is f*cked
and, my supporters say i’m workin’ like i got assistance
d*mn right, i got assistance
too many n*ggas to mention
textin’ my [?] like, “why all these n*ggas be flexin’?”
but sabi said, “it ain’t no thing ’til they totin’ wеapons, don’t even sweat it”
evеryone think it’s they time around this time
based on my track record, i’m next in line, so, why you tryin’?
musically, in a position to be sonnin’ n*ggas
but, since we younger n*ggas, people think they f*ckin’ with us
she said she heard them labels scoutin’, took her shoppin’ tonight
i told that b*tch, “if time is money, then my schedule is tight”
hopefully, i catch a flight to new york in the mornin’ and sign a contract off of my recordings
have my city rejoicin’
look here, all my n*ggas is here
plus them b*tches that’s narcissistic, livin’ life in a mirror
i couldn’t make it any clear
got well*connected, for real
n*ggas showin’ love ’cause i’m makin’ what they can feel
just keep it about the business, for real
b*tch, i’m in this, for real
people all in my ear sayin’ this sh*t they should hear
but, i don’t really care about your preference
i got bigger and better things on my checklist
mercedes and lexus, and good on my necklace, we’re here
my n*ggas next up this year
reppin’ loki until my death is near
nothin’ but fam’ at my label, we made this, so, cheers
[interlude: black ice]
n*gga, it’s not surprising to find that your state of mind got you
parking that sixty*three thousand dollar lex’ you flex
right outside your mother’s hard*earned twenty*two*dollar duplex
you know, the one right next to the projects
where pseudo elated, coke gang created
crime*related manhood got you assed out, n*gga
getting high ’til you pass out, n*gga
quick way up, fast way out, n*gga
how you figure your sh*t is bigger than mine?

[verse 2: tre’ amani]
uh*uh, all i got is vocals
don’t you hear the mojo?
in this game, four years, and we still loco
i’m goin’ f*ckin’ loco
i’m goin’ f*ckin’ loco
a lost soul on parole, blowin’ dro’s a no*no
talkin’ to myself, i was never really social
anti*mastermind, tryna build a moghul
crew full of lazy n*ggas, where’s the f*ckin’ promo
i do it for my dead brother and my aunty lolo
f*ck friends, all they ever do is change, break
f*ck you too if you ever do the same
don’t change, my n*gga
stay the same, my n*gga (uh)
everything i alim, you remain my n*gga
i got pain, my n*gga
feel insane, my n*gga
i’m a slave to this sh*t
no chains, my n*gga
get the money, f*ck fame
i’m just sayin’, my n*gga
mirror, mirror on the wall can you tame my n*gga?
look, hold up
i’m not paranoid or b*tch
you know, i just never trust a n*gga since my father went missin’
left me in the f*ckin’ kitchen, with my mother with the dishes
there was no love lost ’cause she never waste mrs
meditate, i could sleep forever
only clouds over here, the darker the better
psychedelic nights, take a tokyo trip
get high, so high, f*ck the tokyo drift
stop lyin’, i’m a d*ck, you pinocchio b*tch
take care, take care on some ovo sh*t
it’s xo, we just tell it how it is
ain’t felt how i felt, then you ain’t a lost kid, amen

- brent faiyaz lyrics

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