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brian october - neighborhood icon lyrics

[verse: one]
when all i had was just this pen and paper
with god in favor, i grew up to not trusting my neighbor
the sour flavor, no other than me could be my savior
the sky and scr+per
the toughest skin cutting the razor
would’ve amazed ya, 7 years old cussing a hater
cussing my neighbor, was me at my worst of behavior
wasn’t my nature, the love i knew
knew nothing greater, knew nothing greater
some things in life i learned too later
like when a hater serve you beef then you tip the waiter
tripping the hater
my latest vibe is ‘thank me later’
i’m the creator, the death to each and every traitor
the money straighter
prioritized on moving major
i never wore that side+bag, i’m the backpacker
i’m where the hits are coming from, i’m the attacker
my script is all in bad language, i’m the bad hacker
the nerve+wrecker, never the say to say never, ugh

[hook]
but when this sh+t drops it could drop panties
the kind of vibes every n+gga envies
binge drinking, never count the empties, i run it up
[verse: two]
murder and drugs to me is nothing major
i grew up to not trusting my neighbor, the cyphers
under street lights late at night
heavy bars like it’s hard labor
the inked paper’s been my thing before i made paper
but now i got paper, not pound cakes
and all of that
i’m stacking up so it’s looking like a skyscr+per
the first step is to buy an acre
a pound cake and i am the baker
it’s always back to square one when they’re done clapping
i wrote it on a snap+back and said i’m done cappin’
before bandanas, dyed hair and my pants sagging
before you n+ggas started falling off the bandwagon
been in the ice for far too long
that i lost diamonds, collecting stones
i roll me up some og weed the i’m a rolling stone
i’m really brian jones, october’s very own
i carved it in the stone
money and power, my favorite bling
want all my ex’s to tell me if forever’s a ring
or if my music will suffice as a forever thing
want you to sing about me too, i’m fly as a wing
the money…
[hook]
but when this sh+t drops it could drop panties
the kind of vibes every n+gga envies
binge drinking, never count the empties, i run it up
whh+when this sh+t drops it could drop panties
the kind of vibes every n+gga envies
binge drinking, never count the empties, i run it up

- brian october lyrics

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