Brilliant Desires

Lyrics

[Intro] Whoo hoo hoo, sheesh My kind of shit man Uh [Verse] I want it all baby back in the days I didn't have to call the ladies Me and my niggas used to brawl crazy I decided to get fresh after all the madness As long as I'm smoking good then a nigga gon' be happy I'm dripping sipping the D'eusse with the bezel mixed with the lemonade You gon' see me outside while y'all been afraid You'll never see me on the lemonade blog but I'm lyrical (Facts) It's different types of levels that it's hitting you Getting up with all of the legends before I die was a goal for me I got rid of the squares they couldn't roll with me Meanwhile I run circles around rapper's catalogs It really felt like I had to brawl It reminded me of what I was talking about in the beginning I'm never ending, I'm never finished, this is the mission You win some you lose some But I draw to scribble art with my baby girls with the heart wounds Outside get me traveling with speed Came back home with the chunks of the weed Habitat raps in the back of a Dodge I'm [?] minivans smoking out the garage On the low end real high, this is not a façade A four man entourage will break your squad Green room members, smoke Cheech and Chong with my nigga Wizard I remember back then I used to eat gizzards Flipping the bird at the birds that rap like chirps I was last place but now I'm first (First mother fucker) Whoever is in second better have a weapon Never look to the devil for all my blessings (Nope) All the quills I paid rent for was build off edges I survived and it showed off my leverage After I made The Cost of Victory I needed a beverage Sat my black ass down and enjoyed my life for a second (That's right) This shit not promised no more They robbing the stores, niggas out here mobbing for war Gotta be ready Grab the Glock and the machete Rambo shit artillery heavy I'm not putting that black line across my face (Naw) The color of my skin is what build this place USA owe me $300K a day for the next thirty years I sit on the curve right next to my wheels And think about the time when I'm gonna have to write me a will Will Smith wouldn't know how this feel Nigga yous a crazy rapper, lazy rappers I wrote this while I was chasing rappers I knew I was gonna need it now Vic's conceited (Yup) He survived a lot of loop holes but he's still breathing Beating the system to pieces this is my thesis Completing all my goals the road showed through releases I look at all the vinyls that sold out I look at all the vinyl that hung up at my bro house This is all the shit I could ask for Walk into the post office to obtain my passport I waiting on my card in the mail Soon as it land in my hand I'm the fuck out of here [Outro] (Yeah boy) And it's beautiful motherfucker (That's right nigga) That's how I get down now man Mother fuckers ain't fucking with the way I do shit man I break rules and I [?] Dot or man Preciate this shit man Imma put this shit to good use man