Santa Barbara

Lyrics

[Intro] Bruiser Brigade Independent labels who grindin' hard to get to the top Instead of people who just walk in and they just give you a gimmick and this who you are You know what I'm saying, that's Hollywood, man (Bru, right) You can't, you can't go out like that (I feel you there) That's why I ain't got a deal now, I ain't going out, I ain't going Hollywood, man (For real, huh) Keeping it straight, Detroit, man Yeah Better, nigga [Verse] AR with that shell catcher, I don't leave nothin' Me and the gang looking like we big-game huntin' It's a lot of fat niggas, I'm the best looking In the booth, soundin' like I got meth cooking You looking for a real nigga? You done found one Raised around a whole lotta shooters like 'Bron son I ain't even gotta cook 'em, they beyond done The sad part is that we all one The phone smart and yet we all dumb Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, dog Word to my nigga First I think a proof in every verse that I spit I wrote this with an iron fist, you still exist? I bust a right on Santa Barbara and reminisce My nigga turned me to a barber, I'm on they wig He say "you wanna see the [?], here it is" Right around the corner from the crib They made movies off the shit we did Imagine having Dilla in this bitch Imagine everybody bearing gifts Imagine being in the state of bliss And in the family a tornado hit And get the clearest shit That leave you standing in the rubble and yo' heart no longer hearing shit And now you do it for the struggle 'cause you know you gotta hustle But you bitter so yo' ear ain't really hearing shit So nigga miss me with that rap shit, I'm out of touch And I no longer give a fuck, them niggas suck Fuck yo' designer shit, nigga I'm happy to be back on my Shrine of the Black Madonna shit [Outro] What, what did you just—