B.R.a. (Best Rapper Alive)

Lyrics

Intro: (2pac sample) [Verse 1: Conway The Machine] I don't even know where to start it at I did it for my city, yeah I brought it back Dropped the hardest shit in the streets, you could call it that A lot of shit dropping, but my shit better than all of that I'm that nigga in my city and I put that on my mama All these bitches gone' fuck the team like Lebron mama (Haa!) Still putting money over bitches, my palms got a Itch, when I twist, it's stronger than John Connor (shiiit) Niggas say I'm seven thirty But I was born to be a warrior, I'm Stephen Curry You talking greasy, nigga, let's get dirty See if you can catch these thirty shots from my weapon That make detectives scurry (Haha) I spit the shit you gotta love I run the city, all them other niggas was dropping jugs Them niggas hot, but I done turned it up a notch above Shoutout my nigga Sadaam, what's poppin' blood? I said I spit the shit you gotta love But most these niggas scared to put me on just like some boxing gloves Leave me when you find me, the streets is what designed me Car from a year ahead, my sneakers from the nineties Grimey, grimey, rob you for your 'caine stash Wash my nuts and my face with the same rag (Hahaha!) Nigga, get out my lane with your lame ass [?] with me that resemble Kanye's craft I had my eye on that paper and it came fast Put the strap to your head like Bane mask While you putting out the same trash Your bitch with me in V.I.P, with Ace in a champagne glass (Broke nigga!) You don't know how that life feel Forgiato, I just got to have the right wheel Moving loud, I know niggas selling white still Out in L.A, they just tryna' get the Dwight deal Yeah, them niggas tried to off me So much I need to get off my chest, Easy, record me! They would've been happy I died But I lived, nigga, now I'm the best rapper alive Outro: Shit's was scooby snacks We eat those! Conway the Machine, bitch I'm here