[Intro: Al Pacino & Kendrick Lamar]
You charge a guy, always a charge a guy with a gun, with a knife you run away, run away from a knife so you charge with a gun, with a knife you run
Damn
Maximum volume
[Verse]
Brandon in the game, my mindset is still the same
Find MCs, make em bleed, make them crawling on their knees
Take the mic from they hand and watch me rap it with ease
Welcome to forever, my rapping is infinite
And cue my endeavors, knocking down impediments
Boutta dilate the illuminati like Geometry
Had a dream the other night, it was an epiphany
Saw my oldеr self, walked up, he had somе words for me
Don’t ever sell your soul it’s strange how a gang can have more heart than a person who wants change
Get the change with my range, hit em with the upper decker
Got so many hits on my record it could put out a record
I ain’t fifth, fourth, I ain’t third, I ain’t second
I’m the date in April where your existence is a blessing
Prank, all these lil rappers like the titanic, I say it frank
You was cold at one time but your careers fucking sank
I’m filling up the blank with my name in the rank
I’m the top of my game, put you rappers all to shame
Disappointment like Tom Cruise yelling on sets
We have God and the Angels passing each other bets
Kobe and Chadwick back?, oh, no their not
Covid-19 deaths?, wait their still gone
We’re all pawns, don’t you understand, no conspiracy theories, or courtroom hearings, or floating Jesus, they sliced our necks
Managers need a revive and I got the needle
Coming in from small towns to drop heat on the needles
Put your name back on billboards, my voice causing funerals
Announcing Hot 107 radio in the morning
Precipitation cause their mourning
I dug out a hole, took careers out suffering
Make rappers start buffering
Huffing and puffing on bricks
When they can be at the top getting they dick sucked
Howling out, weave’s pulled, and backs broke
Stoking her pussy with my rod, she starts to choke
Put her ass to sleep till she roll out on the floor
I stay more woke than kids born 2004
Is our generation in store for utopian skies
Or will our legacy fall and we all just run and hide
Let us paint a vivid picture for our kids like tie dye
I’m hoping to right wrongs, and I feel like Flash
Feel that speedforce
What if I had control of time
Should I look into the future or hope I make it to prime?
Is it dystopia out there or is it in our time?
Player-haters shine, thick thieves and gang signs
Masking our emotions and motioning to the notion
That people can’t believe in things without demotion
Tryna solve the problem can never be fully solved
We can’t evolve unless we fall and dissolve
Losing is the key to making it to the great
You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take
A wise man once said that, let’s keep it going
I’ll start off right now, I’ll keep flowing
When is it our time to throw in the towel?
Or in my case throw in the mic to the crowd of fans
Who tryna hold my hand while I turn my back against them
Smile, I did it man, I did achieve my plan
Count on yourself to make utopia for children
Never stop till yo kids can have millions
In the kitchen, the prison, trust me the small things
Little achievements is what we all need
Cause I look back at my life and see it wasn’t nothing bright
Scared to interact, held place, and held tight
Wanted to be the knight but I nothing but a jester
Now I’m grown up, put the pressure into my gestures
Now I’m grown up, put the rap game into submission
It was the mission to achieve something incredible
A spectacle medicine edible until it’s plentiful
An ethical achievement that's bearable, never terrible
Was scared, introverted as a kid
Best thing he did was hid
Amid all of the crisis, he was staying off the grid
Never thought he’d have a stage, to rage and spit pages
Of words that he wrote all by himself
With some help from the greats above, as you can tell
Bringing real hip hop back and earning new stats
Mix the trap and boom bap, and dead you on the mat
Perseu just a name but Brandon is running crap
Remember the title and don’t you ever smear the idols
Cause they love this shit
Hold on to it dearly
Will we ever reach their spot?
No not nearly
But we gotta light the spark
So the next see’s clearly uh
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah yeah
Check it
Call me the evil stepmother of the game cause I
Incinerate Cinderella, my cylinders popping off
Sinning against the United States of America like god
Swimming against the fishes, running against the cheetahs
Flying into the open cause I will not zip my mouth shut
And now my britches are showing cause I’m sticking my dick into your faces so y’all can kiss it, mwah
Climbing the tower with all my bitches
Fighting off all the planes before I fall off like J. Cole, yah
Damn like Lamar, music to be murdered by like Slim Shady
Villainous like DOOM, Brandon’s back in the game
Bulletproof like Carl Luke, yah
[Outro]
90210
You charge a guy, always a charge a guy with a gun, with a knife you run away, run away from a knife so you charge with a gun, with a knife you run
Damn
Maximum volume
[Verse]
Brandon in the game, my mindset is still the same
Find MCs, make em bleed, make them crawling on their knees
Take the mic from they hand and watch me rap it with ease
Welcome to forever, my rapping is infinite
And cue my endeavors, knocking down impediments
Boutta dilate the illuminati like Geometry
Had a dream the other night, it was an epiphany
Saw my oldеr self, walked up, he had somе words for me
Don’t ever sell your soul it’s strange how a gang can have more heart than a person who wants change
Get the change with my range, hit em with the upper decker
Got so many hits on my record it could put out a record
I ain’t fifth, fourth, I ain’t third, I ain’t second
I’m the date in April where your existence is a blessing
Prank, all these lil rappers like the titanic, I say it frank
You was cold at one time but your careers fucking sank
I’m filling up the blank with my name in the rank
I’m the top of my game, put you rappers all to shame
Disappointment like Tom Cruise yelling on sets
We have God and the Angels passing each other bets
Kobe and Chadwick back?, oh, no their not
Covid-19 deaths?, wait their still gone
We’re all pawns, don’t you understand, no conspiracy theories, or courtroom hearings, or floating Jesus, they sliced our necks
Managers need a revive and I got the needle
Coming in from small towns to drop heat on the needles
Put your name back on billboards, my voice causing funerals
Announcing Hot 107 radio in the morning
Precipitation cause their mourning
I dug out a hole, took careers out suffering
Make rappers start buffering
Huffing and puffing on bricks
When they can be at the top getting they dick sucked
Howling out, weave’s pulled, and backs broke
Stoking her pussy with my rod, she starts to choke
Put her ass to sleep till she roll out on the floor
I stay more woke than kids born 2004
Is our generation in store for utopian skies
Or will our legacy fall and we all just run and hide
Let us paint a vivid picture for our kids like tie dye
I’m hoping to right wrongs, and I feel like Flash
Feel that speedforce
What if I had control of time
Should I look into the future or hope I make it to prime?
Is it dystopia out there or is it in our time?
Player-haters shine, thick thieves and gang signs
Masking our emotions and motioning to the notion
That people can’t believe in things without demotion
Tryna solve the problem can never be fully solved
We can’t evolve unless we fall and dissolve
Losing is the key to making it to the great
You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take
A wise man once said that, let’s keep it going
I’ll start off right now, I’ll keep flowing
When is it our time to throw in the towel?
Or in my case throw in the mic to the crowd of fans
Who tryna hold my hand while I turn my back against them
Smile, I did it man, I did achieve my plan
Count on yourself to make utopia for children
Never stop till yo kids can have millions
In the kitchen, the prison, trust me the small things
Little achievements is what we all need
Cause I look back at my life and see it wasn’t nothing bright
Scared to interact, held place, and held tight
Wanted to be the knight but I nothing but a jester
Now I’m grown up, put the pressure into my gestures
Now I’m grown up, put the rap game into submission
It was the mission to achieve something incredible
A spectacle medicine edible until it’s plentiful
An ethical achievement that's bearable, never terrible
Was scared, introverted as a kid
Best thing he did was hid
Amid all of the crisis, he was staying off the grid
Never thought he’d have a stage, to rage and spit pages
Of words that he wrote all by himself
With some help from the greats above, as you can tell
Bringing real hip hop back and earning new stats
Mix the trap and boom bap, and dead you on the mat
Perseu just a name but Brandon is running crap
Remember the title and don’t you ever smear the idols
Cause they love this shit
Hold on to it dearly
Will we ever reach their spot?
No not nearly
But we gotta light the spark
So the next see’s clearly uh
Yeah yeah, uh, yeah yeah
Check it
Call me the evil stepmother of the game cause I
Incinerate Cinderella, my cylinders popping off
Sinning against the United States of America like god
Swimming against the fishes, running against the cheetahs
Flying into the open cause I will not zip my mouth shut
And now my britches are showing cause I’m sticking my dick into your faces so y’all can kiss it, mwah
Climbing the tower with all my bitches
Fighting off all the planes before I fall off like J. Cole, yah
Damn like Lamar, music to be murdered by like Slim Shady
Villainous like DOOM, Brandon’s back in the game
Bulletproof like Carl Luke, yah
[Outro]
90210
( Perseu )
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