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brianrapz - been afraid lyrics

(verse 1)

you homies been afraid
lookin’ like y’all belong on my dinner plate
in a rage, i burn a beat till it disintegrate
feelin’ brave?
y’all b+tches prolly in yo’ beginner stage
every track, i raise the bar, they wonder how i’m still in shape
catch b+tches sayin’ i’m fake
when i spit, i’m k!ller, ay!
ey, landyn, hope you know you’s is a d+mn degenerate
can’t afford to sit and post, i’m on the go, i’m in a race
time is money, why in the f+ck you think i’m finna wait?
b+tches sleepin’ on me like deontay, wilder till this day
how the f+ck you lookin’ for grеatness when it’s right in your face?
how thе f+ck you think you gon’ censor me when i’ve been this way?
i’m always first across the line, forgive me, that’s a winner’s fate
and i’m takin’ off like rocket launchers on you pocket watchers, constantly plottin’, they don’t want to see this profit prosper
won’t be satisfied till they get exposed, i will papa doc ya
guarantee you’d dread it like waka flocka
you motherf+ckers been afraid, ain’t n0body safe till the rent is paid
game time, honestly, do it look like i’m finna play?
i don’t operate in emotions, so f+ck if you feel the way
i can never mix with you b+tches ‘cause i’m a f+ckin’ renegade

(verse 2)
b+tches f+ckin’ been afraid of what d+mn rhymes i’m ‘bout to incinerate, homie
i’m as cold as the wind on a f+ckin’ chilly day
i don’t give a f+ck if you say i’m d+mn real or fake
i’m as hot as a motherf+ckin’ d+mn philly steak
blood on your arms lookin’ like some d+mn f+ckin’ acrylic paint
if you diss me, you just sealed yo’ own d+mn fate
put some drugs in yo’ motherf+ckin’ potato
i just f+ckin’ k!lled 400 b+tches with a d+mn mace
committed f+ckin’ genocide, oh well, that’s great
when you p+ssies listen to this record, there gon’ be a scared look on yo’ face
record labels won’t f+ckin’ accept me ‘cause of my d+mn race
they say i can’t rap ‘cause i’m f+ckin’ white
what the f+ck, yo? sorry, i ain’t know it’s 2005
2000 d+mn knives, 3000 k!lled wives, 1000 percent of the time, i get out my notes and rhyme
in the game, i f+ckin’ finished the climb
the crown is d+mn mine
i finally completed a goal in my life
i told you i’d try, and i did
so now it’s time for you b+tches to stop actin’ like it’s d+mn ’95

(verse 3)

ey, ms. j, lady, why the f+ck you actin’ shady?
you call me a 47? nah, homie, i’m an ak+80!
call me lazy? b+tch, you the f+ckin’ queen of crazy!
‘bout to know why i don’t give a f+ck ‘bout my ratings
all you d+mn p+ssies tryna f+ckin’ filet me!
you maggots try to outright godd+mn f+ckin’ play me?
nah, homie, i guess y’all were just some f+ckin’ fake g’s
hope for breakfast you like d+mn rude awakenings!
served you some f+ckin’ poisoned eggs and bakey
yeah, now look who is f+ckin’ shakin’!
oh, you said i hit you? b+tch, you fakin’!
i give you a motherf+ckin’ one+star rating
yeah, guess what, b+tch? now i’m hatin’
i’m debatin’ if i should bury you in the snow
okay, kids, welcome back to the brian show
today, i’ma teach y’all how to k!ll a f+ckin’ hoe
you see, it’s simple
all you need is a glock and a pistol
get yo’ gun, yo’ crosshair, make sure to shoot for the middle
steal a sprinter and put her body in the center
then leave it so the cops don’t find out you f+ckin’ slit her

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