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schoolboy q - brainstorm (l.a. leakers freestyle) lyrics

[intro: schoolboy q]

yo sourmilk, what up brah
justin credible, i hear you on the radio every night brah
this one for l.a. leakers, turn me up
sh-t, n-gga don’t be always, rapping on n-gga’s sh-t
this sh-t too groovy though, n-gga had to get some
smoking these backwoods, n-gga
touch the sky on the real n-gga
fig side, fig side
fig side

[verse 1: schoolboy q]

n-ggas out here chasing these hoes
my motivation, only switching up flows, n-gga
and getting this dough
studio with just me an my weed
cause y’all tee’d
fronting and brown nosing while asking questions
trynna figure what i’m doing next
can’t you see i’m working
mom’s sick and says she needs a surgeon
clothes dirty, and she need detergent
how the f-ck that suppose to make me feel?
sh-t is real, i just seen kendrick make a mil
without a deal, just hard work and dedication
ambition, and motherf-cker i can’t be waiting
you know what i’m saying, too many options on this land
but y’all don’t hear me though
went from “gimme” to more than twenty racks a month
i ain’t rich, but i can stunt
never wear it more than once
smoking blunt after blunt
eating lunch after brunch
joy getting bigger now, and yeah that’s my n-gga
even though sometimes, got to beat her -ss
but she knows daddy’s soft, spite she’s screaming “f-ck crash”
ridding with my baby and we screaming “f-ck that”
my daughter want more, so she be getting 3 a show
so this other bread can blow
what you saving for?
you know?
(and by the way sir, this fendi shirt’s a go)
just because there’s more to it than music, you understand?
n-ggas gotta have the whole package nowadays
get a whip, get a chain
less rapping nowadays
where you from? you don’t bang
n-ggas actin’ nowadays
all trappin’ nowadays
fake luger beat, bmf’ing nowadays
man, you n-ggas are crazy
dropped a record, got some bread, and went lazy
all the hoes say we wavy like the navy
young dope n-ggas crackin’ like the eighties
fig side, sucka n-ggas can’t fade me
want the broccoli and the cheese, sh-t is gravy
bucket hat made her wanna have my baby
thoroughly popping from here to overseas
fan feel us more cause they know we’re f-cking g’s
on the radio, but are you buzzing? n-gga please
just kilt a show in miami, let’s feel the breeze
follow me, i’ll show you how we feast
hit the lab and never leave for weeks, you weak
must got your rhyme book at the lost and found, a clown
hottest out
me, rocky, danny brown
the crown
move over because you’re finished
tde push the limit, we locking it for a minute
car service take me where ever
she bobbin’ because it’s tinted
freak-a-leak, do it ‘til i skeet
hit her with my signature at meet and greet
f-cking all from being me, it’s nothing though
you use to floss your bread, acting like you up, but now you broke
it’s nothing though
sh-t ain’t up to par, now you wishing for a star
hoping gotta go too far, cause he ain’t answering your godd-mn calls
blame the jealousy come out your jaws
your whole project was a godd-mn flaw
your album sales proves you’re not that hard
you getting crucified on these d-mn blogs
cause you don’t got bars, and you don’t got heart
and you got no sk!ll
more on top is trash hooks, man you get that deal
i can smell your -ss from here bruh, you not that ill
getting stealed, they say you only talk about pills
weed, money, b-tches, hoes, sl-ts, hookers and b-tts
but what about that kid on the bus
when i met him, he didn’t have much
told me his life was on stuck, couldn’t get over that hump
until my record dropped and it bumped
told me blessed was his favorite one, followed by that i’m the one
so i dapped him and gave my n-gga a hug
he teary-eyed, saying there sh-t he had to overcome
i wish i still remember homie’s name
i wanna know if he knew he was giving game
go harder in this game

[outro]

yo, shout out to my n-gga that was in new york, that i’m talking about
i really ain’t got no bars, i be tellin’ n-ggas that
like, he really wasn’t on the bus, that n-gga was at the show
i just said bus ‘cause i needed to rhyme and sh-t
told you i ain’t got no bars
but yo, shout out to my n-gga though
real game, n-gga
we gonna get this sh-t
fig side, fig side (3x)
soulo next, n-gga
sh-t ain’t done homie
fig side

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