Ayebloke - Brispy Breme Lyrics

Build your aesthetic
Build a brand
Make the people care
What about the music?
These rappers becoming build a bears
Swear I probably lose it like mm I think I left it here
You making money prove it my nigga
Triple dog double dare

Easy does it you actin' ruthless but don't compare
To a legend get fifteen minutes then disappear
Boy I'm polished these 16's is Sistine, pristine
You Niggas a bloody wreck, Christine
On the mic I'm Christ like
I'm Christening
Mind bright like porch lights
On Christmas eve
Use my gift to bag a bitch like saint nick
Think of Santa bitch
This a clause you can't miss

That's ya bitch, aw shit I couldn't tell
I don't kiss and tell give the magic stick then I Christian Bale
Check the prestige
I'm hitting a different league
In the game starting little brother, we a different Teague
Yes hell hit quit then dodger feeling a little puig
Spit some foul shit
Got you feeling a little teed

I flip these words in every way when I speak
Til i, flip these M's like everyday of the meek
These styles the key to the locks
We kings pharaohs and shieks
You
Follow the flock
Birds cattle and sheep
We
Go for the top til we reaching the peak
You
Reaching the top probably taking a leap
Kill yourself muthaf*cka
Nigga brain on the street.
I'm tryna be number 1 like I'm taking a leak
But whenever the album drop
They'll say this nigga the sheet

Pardon the accent you like this nigga just reached
Sometimes you d nanny
But they Roc with the speech
Tired of these sucker niggas bet ya mama a leech
Bet ya daddy a beach
Bet ya granny a freak
Bet ya sister on the corner giving pussy to creeps
Disrespectful muthaf*cka spill blood on the beat
Grab it by the f*cking neck
And give the music the D
Ignorant
Belligerent
Different
From the impotent