BRADDOCK ROAD BOY

Yea I grew up on Braddock Road It's like 20min from the plug yea Go head and pack a bowl Exotic flower you rollin with us yea Driving down 495 Going like 155 Smokin a blunt with the guys These are the good days the old days the good days I remember back in high school Ain't nobody gave a f*ck about me It's ok though I don't hold a grudge You didn't see what I saw in me I just wanna get my money up Everything looks sunnier When I'm wearing Cartier glasses gold tinted It's funny huh Yea Need my advance in advance I'm tryna count up these bands Holding the mic in my hand Lemme just speak to my fans Lemme just plan out the plan Uh Move to the hills to show you I can I do not fake it or pose for the gram Look at me now I'm the mofukin man Look at me now and say gah damn Hollywood hills You said I won't so I will Don't give a f*ck how you feel Keep it 100 I'm keeping it real Don't even look at the bill Fucked your girl with a shirt stain Now I upgraded to some Balmain So imagine if you see my name on your girls phone I would be afraid I did this on my own I swear to God yea And I ain't gonna stop till I'm at the top yea They calling me lil pisces the Braddock Road boy They calling me the kid the Braddock Road boy Yea Second brown boy to get it poppin I ain't mean to sound cocky Hit you with a left hit you with a right hook comes like rocky Señorita call me papi Ain't nobody gonna stop me Aint nobody gonna top me F*ck around kamikaze Blow up on rap shit I can't do a 9 to 5 not that type of guy This is a passion It's not a pass time so don't pass it by 703 DMV Feel the light shining down on me Got me feeling like I'm Naruto everyone tryna doubt my ability Up on stage so my ex can see up in the nose bleeds Feeling good high on ecstacy hope I don't OD Feel like I'm chosen I told my parents But they disown me yea they disown me Lemme get back on track I want it back to back You like to talk the talk I like to chase the bag Swim in cash And stack the plaques But It's not as easy as that Tryna put the city on the map Proving that a brown boy can rap Really had to grow up with scraps Now million dollar home is my trap Uh Pull up to the Grammys in a custom fit I want my exes to look at me and see what they missed Frankly making you jealous is so much better than hitting so if you tryna get me back Baby girl you can quit it Yea I did this on my own I swear to God yea And I ain't gonna stop till I'm at the top yea They calling me lil pisces the Braddock Road boy They calling me the kid the Braddock Road boy Yea Second brown boy to get it poppin I ain't mean to sound cocky Hit you with a left hit you with a right hook comes like rocky Señorita call me papi Ain't nobody gonna stop me Ain't nobody gonna top me F*ck around Kamikaze