Brand - 738 Lyrics

Aint no passin batons we run the marathon and carry on with it
Spaceships don't come with rearview my window are tinted
Heavy crown for my county ya highness is sittin pickin fabric
For ya favorite rappers coffin to sit in
All this toilet paper shoppin how my niggas be shittin
And we aint friendly we understand the assignment is winning
Im so ahead of my time boy my new shit is vintage
Basquiat with this style I got samos the image
How many minds do i need to rewind im more refine
Everytime i start bleedin my pen the shits a crime
Lost some niggas that i grew up wit
Then lost my mind cuz that narcane they stabbed in his chest aint come in time
So im sorry if that message u sent aint cross my mind
But i been tweakin new york state of mind like 738s the time
U ask me i say hey im fine nurse is late my favorite time
Jus here so i wont pay a fine marshawn lynch no raiders sign

Igot tunnel vision shooting in a barrel only cuz im fishing
The irony they bitchin all dat evil wishing
Im sure to meet my maker till then im on a mission
All i gotta say is (2X)

How im evil for these thoughts how im guilty for these waves that my f*ckin beacon caught
We were taught spend ya money at the jeweler hustle up
We were taught f*ck a car take the train and bundle up
We were taught double socks long john sweaters and sweaters f*ck my memories up
All that starin at the headlights on the road f*cked me up
Tell ya bitch ya bitch my neck is frozen don pull ice all in my cup
Tell ya bitch my sneakers dirty bitch dust i rustle up
Ok i isnt fair now if i let my hair down yall gone need a spare town
The nukes initiated
I don claim to be a gangsta and i don perpetrate it i jus
Write my f*ckin ass off respect im gon take it
Dare a nigga say my name he aint gon make
SIDEBLOCK TILL I DIE NIGGA AINT NO WAY TO FAKE IT!!!!