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undertaker - j briz lyrics

[verse 1: j briz]
young -ss n-gga in the burbs, that’s my word
pocket full of the herb, white people think i’m disturbed
they’re like, “the nerve of this black mother f-cker”
want to know where i’m from, let me tell these mother f-ckers
i’m from the east side, clinton ave., don’t f-ck with me i’ll whip that -ss
borchard street, house number 9 you want to be exact
my realness is still intact, i lost my mind and got it back
could’ve copped a whip with the stick, instead i copped a pack
nah i ain’t a dealer, i just roll it up and blow it back
all these hearts around me, got these b-tches thinking owen back
f-ck ’em i dont owe ’em jack, my city’s wild, they toating straps
everybody’s selling dreams, but ain’t n0body throwing facts
out of weed, i smoke a black, out of blacks, i’d probably snap
my n-ggas here, they got my back, no louie v, we dressed in black
my dogs they don’t chase the cat, she come to me i break her back
eyes roll to the back of her head, the undertaker’s back
[hook 1: j briz]
the undertaker’s back…
the undertaker’s back..
eyes roll to the back of her head, the undertaker’s back
the undertaker’s back
eyes roll to the back of her head, the undertaker’s back (repeat x4)
[verse 2: j briz]
who you think you f-ckin’ with? who you f-ckin’ with?
who you f-ckin’ with? who you f-ckin’ with?
who you f-ckin’ with? who you f-ckin’ with?
better not be me because my boys be on some other sh-t
meet me at the mothership, rap it if i does the sh-t
in the booth wyling, dreads sw-ngin’ on some southern sh-t
n-ggas never trust the feds, laws, or the government
if i tell you something, then trust that’s exactly what i meant
in the telly getting bent, stressing over money spent
i can’t rap ’bout gucci or louie, i’m tryna cover rent
you are who them others sent to ruin my psyche
how in my face they’re showing love, but in truth they dont like me
i mean, i tell them haters “suck my d-ck” in hopes that they’ll fight me
i might’ve had a couple trials, but they know not to try me
my trials and tribulations i reveal to the public
don’t need a label telling fables, cop some weed with their budget, j briz
[hook 2: j briz]
cop some weed with their budget
don’t need a label telling fables, cop some weed with their budget
cop some weed with their budget
don’t need a label telling fables, cop some weed with their budget
cop some weed with their budget
don’t need a label telling fables cop some weed with their budget, j briz
cop some weed with their budget
don’t need a label telling fables cop some weed with their budget

- j briz lyrics

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