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i'm so brain - king iso lyrics

[intro]
brain… brain… yeah

[verse 1]
uhh, n-gga i’m still with the sh-t talking
the blood n-ggas rocking the loc, n-ggas are crip walking
the eses throw the scene to get some sh-t 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 sh-t sparkin’
twin heaters, call him sean and him marley
and drop the wackest sh-t ever and depend on it
your broad all on my d-ck 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 n-ggas let them toys spit at you, steel

[chorus]
i’m still representin’ for my hood n-ggas
i’m still on my m-th-f-ckin’ grind
i’m still representin’ for my hood n-ggas
i’m still on my m-th-f-ckin’ grind
i’m so brain
i’m still representin’ for my hood n-ggas
i’m so brain
i’m still on my m-th-f-ckin’ grind
i’m so brain
i’m still representin’ for my hood n-ggas
i’m so brain
i’m still on my m-th-f-ckin’ 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 b-tches
i smoke, mari no christmas, y’all souls scary fict-tious
i don’t dare to go listen to the sh-t you call hit music
i’d rather put a hit out on you like forget music
f-ck the party rap, i get stupid
like i got too many hoes in my brain, no lit fuses
got rappers p-ssed when they can’t do this
’cause y’all sound like sh-t
but i’m in the booth to commence p–pin’
on anybody who ain’t down with the brain (the brain)
that water down sh-t can drown in a drain (in a drain)
it’s on the m-th-f-ckin’ town that i claim (that i claim)
we keep it sick, let it pound, let it bang
brain

[verse 3]
pick up the 40 and spark up the blunt
this for the n-ggas this be on that other sh-t
’cause we banged out
everybody [?] my n-ggas be trippin’ off colors
n-ggas that hang out
on the corner or probably be servin’ at somebody neighborhood
even ratchet b-tches bang out
h-lla -ss and be looking like meagan good, sw-ngin’ wood
they be hammin’ out the old school with the top back
afros or the cornrows, n-ggas tryna bring the flat top back
d-ckies fitted, sippin’ 211 with the chuck ts, where the bomb at?
smokin’ h-lla good and n-gga probably catchin’ high just off of contact
banging, most of y’all n-ggas don’t live on the set that you rap about
fake dissin’ with some battle bars
no wonder why n-ggas got to actin’ mad
i’m really banged out, psycho with the rachet [?]
and pull up at your house
and make the m-th-f-cka 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 n-ggas can find me at
bangin’ like it’s ’84, i’m tryna bring the 90s back

- king iso lyrics

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