[Intro]
Yo thanks for the beat Fel
95's on the rise
CT on the rise
Get at us
[Verse 1: Bradley]
Look and listen I've grown
I'm kickin' it in my zone
The couch by the cyclone, and spittin' to the iPhone
Felly on the beat, I feel the sample run in my bones
I gotta clean the screen because I'm spittin' out my piehole
I can't feel my eyeballs, try walkin', I fall
Laughin off my ass watchin' Cancun, with Kyle
I smoke so much weed I feel like I just ran a mile
My rhymes are fuckin' sick, wait, my rhymes are fuckin' vile
Stumble on some nuggets and ya better bet I burn em'
Smokin' doobie after doobie got it kickin' at my sternum
Ayers on my table and I'm bout to fuckin' turn em'
And you all ain't knowin Roy but man I sure as hell discerned em'
I dont have the benevolence that's relevant to betterments
I'm charged with the embezzlement that's of my self-intelligence
I'm butta on the beat it's like the bars are on a regiment
Now get up out the car cause I ain't feelin' too affectionate
Grindin' on my rhymes I'll take ya places that ya never been
Ya jaw just hit the carpet and I'm writin' for the hell of it
My voice'll throw ya off, but the vibes are the mellowest
I know i spit it sick because ya fever's lookin' yellowish
Rastafari shottas, I'm hoppin down to YaYas
Pastin' up a face and so I'm watchin for impalas
Watchin' on my back cause I ain't tryna rock a collar
And when the deed is done I throw a grin and tell em holla, holla
[Verse 2: Bradley]
We're doin' opes and so we kickin' it in slow mo
I go n' stub my toe and so I'm trippin' like some robo
I'm hoppin' on the track just like I'm hoppin' on a pogo
Ya so-so, and I'm dope, ya mojo, is so broke
Oh you rockin' Polo? My face should be the logo
Ya talkin' to the po po? Oh that is such a no no
You'll have a lotta fun, when ya hangin' out with dodos
And oh you got a manager? I'mma do it solo
My flow so cold I'mma serve it with some cocoa
Ya struckout ya bozo, 0 and 3, the ozone
I'm fuckin' with ya head, and I'm doin' it pro bono
Oh so, I heard somebody heard about me
I hope I help em' out because I write profoundly
And I hope that they can that this is not about me
I'm makin' shit relatable and music found me
So I'mma wait around until the music crowns me
A mink fur coat, tells a story of Astoria
The thought of wearin' animals can bring yourself euphoria
It seems like all the cotton gins are gettin' kinda bored of ya
We're doin' to the animals, what France did to Lauria
Alluring ya, just so I could build my rapport to ya
I shape a couple words so I can open up ya corneas
I'm feelin' it already, it's the critics gettin' hornier
I'm sorry to the beat man, Felly's probably mournin' ya
Bradley
Yo thanks for the beat Fel
95's on the rise
CT on the rise
Get at us
[Verse 1: Bradley]
Look and listen I've grown
I'm kickin' it in my zone
The couch by the cyclone, and spittin' to the iPhone
Felly on the beat, I feel the sample run in my bones
I gotta clean the screen because I'm spittin' out my piehole
I can't feel my eyeballs, try walkin', I fall
Laughin off my ass watchin' Cancun, with Kyle
I smoke so much weed I feel like I just ran a mile
My rhymes are fuckin' sick, wait, my rhymes are fuckin' vile
Stumble on some nuggets and ya better bet I burn em'
Smokin' doobie after doobie got it kickin' at my sternum
Ayers on my table and I'm bout to fuckin' turn em'
And you all ain't knowin Roy but man I sure as hell discerned em'
I dont have the benevolence that's relevant to betterments
I'm charged with the embezzlement that's of my self-intelligence
I'm butta on the beat it's like the bars are on a regiment
Now get up out the car cause I ain't feelin' too affectionate
Grindin' on my rhymes I'll take ya places that ya never been
Ya jaw just hit the carpet and I'm writin' for the hell of it
My voice'll throw ya off, but the vibes are the mellowest
I know i spit it sick because ya fever's lookin' yellowish
Rastafari shottas, I'm hoppin down to YaYas
Pastin' up a face and so I'm watchin for impalas
Watchin' on my back cause I ain't tryna rock a collar
And when the deed is done I throw a grin and tell em holla, holla
[Verse 2: Bradley]
We're doin' opes and so we kickin' it in slow mo
I go n' stub my toe and so I'm trippin' like some robo
I'm hoppin' on the track just like I'm hoppin' on a pogo
Ya so-so, and I'm dope, ya mojo, is so broke
Oh you rockin' Polo? My face should be the logo
Ya talkin' to the po po? Oh that is such a no no
You'll have a lotta fun, when ya hangin' out with dodos
And oh you got a manager? I'mma do it solo
My flow so cold I'mma serve it with some cocoa
Ya struckout ya bozo, 0 and 3, the ozone
I'm fuckin' with ya head, and I'm doin' it pro bono
Oh so, I heard somebody heard about me
I hope I help em' out because I write profoundly
And I hope that they can that this is not about me
I'm makin' shit relatable and music found me
So I'mma wait around until the music crowns me
A mink fur coat, tells a story of Astoria
The thought of wearin' animals can bring yourself euphoria
It seems like all the cotton gins are gettin' kinda bored of ya
We're doin' to the animals, what France did to Lauria
Alluring ya, just so I could build my rapport to ya
I shape a couple words so I can open up ya corneas
I'm feelin' it already, it's the critics gettin' hornier
I'm sorry to the beat man, Felly's probably mournin' ya
Bradley
( Bradley )
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