detahjae - hebru brantley lyrics
[intro: detahjae]
(fire)
uh, and i’ma tell you what it is
and i’m chilling with the vip
uh, and i’ma tell you
uh, uh, uh
[verse 1: detahjae]
i’ma tell you what it is
my lyrics punches like an iron fist
don’t give a f+ck how many diamonds on your wrist
y’all waited so long for a real n+gga
its been a while
n+ggas say i’m trash but they favourite rapper’s a pedophile
n+gga come at me
i know what it is and what it isn’t
n+gga you can’t hang with independents
test me, you’ll get hanged
you a pendant
and do it with love like a couple’s picture in a pendant (godd+mn)
these n+ggas don’t understand me
said i copy as they jerk to ice spice and listen to stunna sandy
these n+ggas don’t understand me
i’m looking like a painting from hebru brantley
sketched borea and sold out the pieces
and ride around town on sight like yeezus
n+ggas wanna be this
questioning a god
never questioning that i believe in detahjesus
[refrain: detahjae]
detahjesus
believe in detahjesus
[verse 2: opiou & detahjae]
(flare)
you better hit my number, loaded dice
moving with a glowing light
vocalizing scriptures from the powers in the poems i write
coming for your head like a barber cut the shoulder height
he only pushing p, make your favourite rapper a poltergeist
rappers got me slapping knees
been the goat, i have to be
only seeing sheep
got me counting them like i’m half asleep
i ain’t even hearing y’all, don’t make me ask for caption please
this flow gon’ make you sub like my lyrics were wrote in j+panese
(hebru brantley)
and i’m feeling more like di’caprio
‘cause i don’t miss my shots hit a needle eye with a catapult
you can’t even have it though
sorry, i’m feeling radical
‘cause i’ll be in the background
all black, feeling tactical
i’ve been moving past that
chasing cheese, i’m a lab rat
‘cause i done fumbled money like more times than a math class
cut ‘em down to fraction but maybe forgot to mention
that you did the first half by simply seeing the vision
[chorus: detahjae]
uh
and it ain’t that last time that i lost it, n+gga
and it ain’t that last time that i lost it, n+gga
i’m f+cking crazy, b+tch
tell your momma
and it ain’t the last f+cking time
[outro]
(don’t do this)
memory gun shot
all for nothing
all ‘cause assumptions, for you i can’t love with
(flare, don’t)
memory gun
memory gun
(don’t shoot)
for you, you, you, you, you
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