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billboard brothers - intro lyrics

[verse 1: big quis]
i got 10 ’round my neck, 20 on my wrist
f-ck the record label, they ain’t help us out with sh-t
the local radios don’t play none of our hits
but somehow we still made it to the billboards b-tch
just got off the phone with bmf [?]
he told me do my thang , don’t lay up, stop on the gas
atlantic don’t know i’m that n-gga, this sh-t makin’ me mad
ain’t n0body on this earth gon’ stop me getting cash
my b-tch bad as h-ll, body portions so properly
switching lanes in the range rover autobiography
not a goon but in detroit dawg, this how you gotta be
n-ggas robbing so i shot ’em
all the gangsters so proud of me
you not a og to me just cause you old
you lost the g letter on the very moment you told
versace robes and my b-tch cooking on [?] stoves
don’t no n0body talk more sh-t than big quis on the globe
on the day we got signed, we caught a 10 murder case
it’s a motherf-cking shame how much michigan hate
fighting for our freedom, they was tryna send us away
we paid lawyers, we can pay for no radio play
in the ‘burbs where i stay foreign wrist what i stir
going dead broke again, the only thing that i fear
i can’t blend in with the industry, them n-ggas is weird
get a couple dollars, then they change the way they appear
i’m a detroit n-gga, cartiers for life
oh sh-t there go some hoes, let me throw on my ice
last year we did the black cars now it’s the white
i started all this god sh-t, real n-ggas don’t lie
if you look in my eyes, you can notice i’m focused
life is not a game but my pockets filled up with tokens
you ain’t good in every hood, you just a d-ck sucker
i’m through with y’all, listen to my billboard brother

[verse 2: payroll giovanni]
from a broke n-gga to a rich n-gga
from a dope dealer to legit n-gga
just tryna make some m’s and stay away from all you b-tch n-ggas
vrooom, vroom my whip dippin’
in a big room with two thick b-tches
you small time, i [?] different
we made mills, you can’t sit with us
i used to hustle ’round the block on evergreen
now i got the nicest house my family ever seen
just tryna raise my son to be way better than me
cause it’s nothing but drug dealers on his family tree
i’m in the coupe, navigating to my destination
i used to vision this we in was in the kitchen weighin’
we juggle money on the floor, we leave the b-tches waiting
don’t wanna hear no excuses, you can quit and save it
when i started rapping i ain’t need financial backing
you need a sponsor but you getting money when you rapping
shoulda took up acting that’s what these n-ggas doing
when instagram came out, the game got warm
i got a threesome ’round my neck, ice having a orgy on my wrist
it’s hard to ignore that we the sh-t
they tryna count us and build alliances
my turn and stack season hit the billboards, they got on silent sh-t
when i was down, i just grinded didn’t get impatient
you make excuses but complain about your situation
why y’all intimated, we just hustlers
[?] then f-ck you, billboard brothers

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