brownskin head - jack $limez & siimpson x lyrics
[hook: siimpson x]
we got the game in a choke (woo)
some of you n*ggas won’t cope
i got the gang in the studio we cook every day and we move on the low
n*ggas are b*tching nowadays
i can’t be beefing with none of rappers i rather go smoke on a different kinda zone (i rather go smoke on a different kinda zone)
[verse 1: siimpson x]
n*ggas are up in their feelings (woo)
i can’t relate boy i’m buzzing (prr)
you rappers are chilling with b*tches
i’m working too hard and i need me a billi (let’s go)
too busy be k!lling these melodies
simpson i came for the money, i got no time for a thottie
i’m breaking the rules and i’m jumping the border
the tape is on fire like boiling water (yeah)
we causing a riot and i’m flipping the game to it’s knees
n*ggas are selling they souls
oh well i’m selling records till i’m rocking chanel
my palm is itching for the dollar like pearl
some of my haters are going to h*ll
maybe i’ll pay you a visit and talk to devil to burn off your head you dig (you dig)
[interlude: kanye west]
the person who put, you know a bad headline on a cover then touch and me not knowing this person
i was like “well, this the one person i know”
so i can go and let out everything that i feel about every single bogus, weekly cover
every single bogus skit, every single rumor in barber shops
everything that people feel it’s okay to treat celebrities like zoo animals
or act like what they saying is not serious or their lives are not serious
or their dreams are not serious
[verse 2: siimpson x]
i was talking to god yes, i’m deeper with the conversation
they need me to do (yeah)
the conformation i ain’t telling the truth
ice on my wrist ain’t f*cking with that (yeah)
n*ggas are beefing, they boxing each other and chasing the fame they boxed in (let’s go)
in the studio with the gang locked in (aye!)
i do not give a f*ck you can give me any rapper
any type of demon i’ma do an exorcism for this wanna be rapper and trappers (woo, yeah)
i feel like i’m trapped in cycle that’s full of anxiety
f*ck all prodigies, i got a problem with all of you rappers (woo)
who claiming they conquer with no f*cken empathy (woo)
a real leader shows empathy
young n*ggas on the rise gee (let’s go)
[bridge: siimpson x]
woo!
woo!
woo
we got the game in a chock (yeah)
i hop on a beat like a goat (woo)
and we move on the low (yeah)
i got the gang in the studio we cook
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