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brahman_is_gone - left freestyle lyrics

[intro]
(no adlibs)
(yeah)

[verse 1]
n+gga, why you pressing?
i got emotion that i be expressing, lesson
you sound like parents did back in the eighties
turn off that devil music, go to hades
n+ggas be actin’ like ladies
artists are crazy
hitler used to whip mercedes
clout give a teenager rabies
don’t gotta pay fees
n+ggas they listen, they play these
it don’t matter ’bout a number
haters always gonna slumber
even though i’m going dumber
i be burning on the lumber
n+ggas and b+tches we all get a number
i’m in the past and you fumble
snitchin’ you grumble
heard that your world is a rumble
that n+gga had to get humbled
i blew up just when+ that n+gga hatin’ get left then
[hook]
you better watch where you step man you can get left
you can get left then
you can get left like a death man
you can get left like an f on your test or your breath if you’re slept man

[verse 2]
spider gang you know i rep them
you end up dead in the web with yo head embedded with some lead and i said it i never been ready to get it
word to yo bet i ain’t offended
bury my p+n+s inside of a d+ck hole
i keep a diamond you swimmin’ in nickles
crazy ass n+gga i spit like a schizo
f+ck wit’ his pistol right up to his d+ck hole, facts
i hope it take off his pickle
i hope you have trouble busting
you can get p+ssed but there ain’t no more p+ssing he dissing, consisting, he’s missing, up

(i am surely a rapper)
(when is this stupid b+tch gonna bring my food?)

[verse 3]
pocket glocks
in our socks
rock it talks
fly like hawks, uh
rigged like halo, ball sacks swing low, play wit’ my chain while she swallowing the payload, uh
now she walks
rock it talks
poppin’ off
walking soft
carry sticks
rocket mounted on my whip
it’s a ship
halo rave
mount your ghost and do the race
see my face
from my waist
she devour me with haste
eat my paste
eat my paste
eat my paste
eat my paste
eat my paste
eat my paste
eat my paste
eat my paste
drink dna not enj b+tch suck my c+ck like it’s a rock you
you on my rocks
you on my nuts
cashews slippin’, grippin’ cigarette buts
matthew rippin’ out the n+gga, blow up
that jews speakin’ on me, n+gga grow up
nothing on the n+gga in going the right way
i just want the figure i’m talking ’bout my pay
[hook]
you better watch where you step man
you can get left
you can get left then
you can get left like a death man
you can get left like an f on your test or your breath if you’re slept man!

- brahman_is_gone lyrics

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