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[Intro: Z] Nah it's Brain Ain't no attempt I just walk looking out at him [Verse 1: Z] He got a banger in his pocket But he really like the mic Touch zits to make his profit But alone at night he write He a psychopathic gentleman and the pen'll tear the mic Just put the brights on all you simpletons and watch him dwindle in the light He a maniac, the brainiac A passer back the light Until the main facts be brain attacked he actually halfway tight When up to walk into the booth, he looks like addict on the pipe Start drooling rapping but still managed to put some savage on it right He a gladiator fight without the armor, plus a knife Plus his karma isn't right, so he just fighting for his life (die) If you walked into him one day, you'd probably pray for him every night But he a savior to this mic the way if a lady face went nice He's praying day and night and hope his family's sitting right But just travel day and night despite the risk that they insight He is food saving, backpacking rapping with all his might Put a thousand grams in the gift-wrapping shipping it overnight (Brain) Look he been pushing heavy like 454 in the chevy And wiring back he touched Cali and ain't bigger than Yeti His mind attacked the hook, connect us both rugged and ready Apply all that and times but the wrath from the past that he hug was shady [Chorus: Z] His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping His team was the problem they goblins et cetera Put bars on the stretcher Flip grams for extra Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit) His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping His team was the problem they goblins et cetera Put bars on the stretcher Flip grams for extra Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit) [Verse 2: Chucc Dizzle] These first two rules nice, not you but me Though I'll fish my shotguns that have you dazed for weeks Get me pissed, I part lake while you catching Zs Roll up on you like Freddy and destroy your dreams A nightmare on yo street and not play the beast A pair of [guess who?] knife gloves and the nickel-plated heat If you pistol packing thugs and the blessing from the street Guarantee they make you stutter in the middle of your beat I smoke so much trees I'm classified as a leaf Soldier best stay at ease before you face me, so streak All you see is blooded up Timbs and metal tipped cleats I stand alone in this battleground, break your heart free I'm not really a rapper, but I know how to get down I chew slugs and spit rounds, welcome to the battleground A phrase from the golden scripture Abrupt stuff so you don't hear no sound when I hit ya Dizzle [Chorus: Z] His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping His team was the problem they goblins et cetera Put bars on the stretcher Flip grams for extra Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit) His team wasn't ready for the shit that he was repping His team was the problem they goblins et cetera Put bars on the stretcher Flip grams for extra Then let the rest catch ya (man fuck that shit)