Wonderbred (feat. Ht7, Man M, White Noise & M3 Beatz)

Fresh out the box, holding up glocks Spitting blocks, till your shit drops Take you to knocks if you think we stop Watch the clock, this finna lock BRED in the jungle, hopping in Lyricism bout to rumble all your promises Trust me when I’m humble All you crumbs are getting crumbled I say that straight I don’t mumble on a diss All the shit that I take I don’t stumble I resist So catch this flip, Man M on mission Running this track, M3 got the recognition F*ck let’s run this back Praise the the ones who taught me how to attack Catch that snap, drop that phat Tic tic tac, on the spaz, get away from that Keep the squad small and close No judgment keep your style and pose Chaotic till die Silence Needed the moment for my own Astonishment How they admire and still shoot a star I just can’t get over it So overboard with shit The shipwreck I’m rowing it Either or, or this shit is raw Let it sink in, but it’s still flawed But I’m still on And I’m still growing Plus the top gone And I’m not one Yeah I’m not one Not one to give up my spot Turned a little to a lot Need my own parking lot Bang the pans and the pots Running off with haste Speeding for the race Hustle like a chase Muscle through the maze Lights within the haze Turn a different page Beam a different ray Clean up what you make Throw me in the sand I'm a diamond in the rough When you look at my interior There's a beast behind the fluff I've said enough, call my bluff Go ahead, act big and tough I've got BRED at my side We cut texas toast that's thick crust Never heard White Noise rap like this We belong together, we're a couple misfits As long as it fits, I know it ships On you like a shoe, I know it fits The busier you are The richer you are That's a two way street Some of you won't go far Red and yellow, hit the greens Then you'll be on par You're so weak It must be hard to open a pickle jar I'm not a fan of Jordan man Lebron is the goat The water's all around me man Look at my moat You know you've made it when Your name is printed on the envelope I'm a quirk, I'm a nerd I'm unique like isotope Whoa my money just started talkin And you broke boys are still walkin Wanna see us floppin But this money ain’t stopping BRED up at the top Gettin money knots Sound is revolutionary F*ck this beat up, missionary I’m the new visionary I caused your obituary If you’re new to this shit Then imma pop your fuckin cherry Man M on the fucking beat HT bring the fucking heat Team is on a mission Yeah we always win Take no defeat BRED always winnin God willing These rappers below me These rappers my children They don’t know shit bout producing They don’t even know anything bout their lyrics I like to keep it 100 I don’t f*ck with fog and I’d rather just clear it Hold up my future is calling me shhh Can you hear it?