B.I.A (BRUDDA$ IN ARM$)

Ye pray dat God double my blessing Rolling loud, smell dat pack, & dat shit gon kick like Messi Pour a 4 and it go straight to my face And dem pigs been on my case Can a nigga catch a break And chill like Jake Ye ride round wit my brudda Know he moving fast like NFS no undercover Like when Pluto said, we been trapping out the gutter Ye Ye, came out da dirt and I shine like a dime Shock on my wrist I don't play wit my time (My time) Ye crazy how your bitch been on my line I give her shots like Columbine Feel like Yachty and my flow so Minnesota Show me love like my name Sosa Ye Ye Smoking on dat pack I call it Yoda And it tastes like Arizona Ye motion like da nigga from da 6 I like girls who f*ck wit bitches For my dogs been off da rubble and da grits Bitches popping out like zits Bounce em off like they some tits Been a menace like da grinch I'm like my mama dats ode 2 Chris Call up on my telly, pin da addy, on my way Posted up wit David at da alley smoking grape Know we B.I.A I move wit troops like C.I.A I broke some borders, M.I.A You niggas make I illustrate Ye I do dis for my brudda Dis shit for da take Feel like Marco wit my slugger Pockets on debate Step em up I feel like Chase Can't f*ck wit demons, call me Mase Dem niggas jokes I been da Ace Put dat boy right in his place