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miz maf - brainstorm lyrics

chorus:
let da hook sing to em
get ya umbrellas out when i brainstorm 2x

verse 1:
run thru em, 1-2 em
2-1 em
21st and dauphin is where i’m from;
where most done seen a coffin where i’m from;
kids done got aborted where i’m from;
where air jordan’s is way more important then going to school and getting some high scores in
f-ck hot da block scorchin
but this is where we dribble and we sizzle for our fortune don’t pardon our misfortune for ignorance;
cuz mal dropped outta school but pulled up in a benz;
i had a family reunion when i was in da pen;
where you going going home you be back again
cuz in da streets u either clappin men or packagin da cops try pack us in da judge try sentence us with numbers like its algebra-bruh;
with letters involved
a n-gg- stuck dead popped with no letters or calls n he starvin

chorus:
let da hook sing to em
get ya umbrellas out when i brainstorm 2x

verse 2:
it’s 30 shots thrown at da ops;
if it’s on then it’s on f-ck da cops;
we be drawin broad day da kids watch;
and then they grow up n start shooting up da blocks
and it ain’t gon stop it’s the cycle that we cursed with ya body in a box is what they decorate the hurst with;
1000 baggies for the 1st flip;
and it’ll be a 1000 baggies on da ground once da 1st hits;
now the 3rds here i’m hustling in 3rd gear
moving fast same clothes from the 1st – yeah
when it’s a drought everybody feel the thirst here;
from da trappers to da smokers
we kicking in doors (now) so u better act focused
these n-gg-s really broke catch em smoking on roaches
sheeeeiiiiittttttttt
i done been there before
it’s no beds on da bando i had to sleep on da floors in my woolrich

chorus:
let da hook sing to em
get ya umbrellas out when i brainstorm 2x

verse 3:
everybody crying over the cosby case
but when my man got bodied they couldn’t find his face;
and when they man got bodied
they couldn’t find his face;
it’s really eye for a eye > when u retaliate
i used to bag up da dope off of my mamas plate;
i used to cut up the reggie with my sisters’ scissors
like it’s a family business
i played the streets so much no time for family pictures wondering if ya mans is wit ya;
bagging up da grams u got ya nana wit ya
i got my nina wit me hoping we don’t get stopped by 50;
selling crack rock shout out to freeway ricky
i rememba when the b-tches wasn’t f-cking wit me
but now i’m f-cking so much they all just get a quickie
i press da barrel to ya neck you’ll probably get a hickie;
swiftly
i’m a hunnid like a benji
my only focus is remain focused until they hit me – get me

- miz maf lyrics

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