I'm a Instrument

Bruiser Brigade Don't make no mufucking difference no more Everybody on a program, this is more different than the eighties You could pick which hustler you wanted to be like You can't even do that now Yeah, nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound Rack it up and count it (and count it) We ain't playing pool but all my niggas got stripes and they solid (yeah) I chose popping bottles over college I got a drinking problem, I need a Grammy to ease my conscience (uh) Or a trip to the Bahamas My chain rocky (rocky), like those freezy mountains But cut the grass so you can see the snakes We know, but you gotta rake the leaves Get rid of the weeds, so the seeds can grow Uh, I'm a landscaper (I'm a landscaper) Making this money was rough, like sandpaper (like sandpaper) I carry one nine, breaker, breaker (breaker, breaker) But I'm throwing bullets like Mahomes when he was a red raider (uh) So tell a fiend to tell a friend (tell a friend) I'm connected with the white like skeletons (like skeletons) Big Wolf is a rider On the road to riches, you niggas is hitch-hikers, yeah Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound Nobody sound like this, sound like this (check) I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound Nobody sound like this My money talk for me like ventriloquists I break a pound of zips (?) the trees, Christmas ornaments Sick sample, tap it, like a hi-hat Pussy so good, when I eat it, it bite back (yeah) She play the ding-dong like it's a xylophone Let me beat 'cause we click like a metronome (yeah) I put rings 'round her (uh-huh) My night (?) I pull strings like hearts Pick 'em like guitars Sweet chin music, the way the bass kick hard Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound Pianist, I touch keys (I touch keys) Lines of white, guitar strings (guitar strings) This bass ain't percussion (percussion) This thing on my hip ain't a trumpet (it ain't a trumpet) Woof, I got my own sound (I got my own sound) I got my own sound, and it ain't a howl (yeah) It was instrumental, in the mail (in the mail) I play with scales, marijuana used to come in bales Uh, we would send 'em to Veronica (Veronica) She slop me up, look like she playing the harmonica (harmonica) I count my chickens before hatch mans You a woofer, I pump bass like Alpine, yeah Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound Nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I'm an instrument Heh, nobody sound like this, sound like this I got my own sound, I got my own sound (yeah)