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Brooklyn Sage - Head Again Lyrics



Brooklyn Sage - Head Again Lyrics
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I was thinking of quitting on all my dreams
That's whack
Everybody told if you bout to be a rapper you should lose it you ain't gonna make it you ain't black
Had to put in work and show em that ain't fact
If I was a kid again I probably couldn't comprehend the
The negativity that was driven to me on some foolery
You don't see and
Normally I ain't on to that
I'm manifesting everything to be on top of the balcony I was chilling in the room now while I'm living out my fantasy
And honestly
I ain't really into foreign or no jewelry
But imma cop a Dimond while I'm flexing with some Gucci b
Brooklyn going so wild
I don't ever get tired
But I got a chopper flow that creates fire
AS Wheelz ain't a motive homie that a flat tire
I'm planting all my seeds bout to grow a sunflower
All the old homies coming in back like I really need y'all
They don't realize my day one team is moving to strong
Remy, Alan and the homie Wesley that's day ones
You ain't moving rasshole like Jamaicans
Y'all can't even see me win
Promoting drugs for the clout that's the medicine
I've been in the game like a veterans
But all the haters try to get into my head again
Head again
They be in my head again
They don't know I got the medicine
All I see is rain pouring and the dark clouds coming
No one wanna be there by your side when the pain hurting
But show up to the party when the bottles poppin and the club jumping and seeing that you made money
That's funny
Back in grade 10 when I started all of this you ain't riding for the team
And you said I can't make hits
But now you see the green
And expect a cut from me
Imma throw a stack up at your face it's a load of bricks
You don't wanna see me get upset
Why?
Cause imma swing first with a left
If you ain't bout to show respect I gotta couple people who would run up with a tech
I don't even got guns
I ain't killing that's dumb
But if the feds come
Screaming redrum
Run it backwards ain't no rapper spitting with that flow
I'm ripping artistry and arteries while snapping backbones
Rappers sinning with trash hits need a pastor
Act quick if you need guidance I'm the master
Brooklyn cannot be wack that's a factor
We Stan nothing and leave that in the past quick
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I was thinking of quitting on all my dreams
That's whack
Everybody told if you bout to be a rapper you should lose it you ain't gonna make it you ain't black
Had to put in work and show em that ain't fact
If I was a kid again I probably couldn't comprehend the
The negativity that was driven to me on some foolery
You don't see and
Normally I ain't on to that
I'm manifesting everything to be on top of the balcony I was chilling in the room now while I'm living out my fantasy
And honestly
I ain't really into foreign or no jewelry
But imma cop a Dimond while I'm flexing with some Gucci b
Brooklyn going so wild
I don't ever get tired
But I got a chopper flow that creates fire
AS Wheelz ain't a motive homie that a flat tire
I'm planting all my seeds bout to grow a sunflower
All the old homies coming in back like I really need y'all
They don't realize my day one team is moving to strong
Remy, Alan and the homie Wesley that's day ones
You ain't moving rasshole like Jamaicans
Y'all can't even see me win
Promoting drugs for the clout that's the medicine
I've been in the game like a veterans
But all the haters try to get into my head again
Head again
They be in my head again
They don't know I got the medicine
All I see is rain pouring and the dark clouds coming
No one wanna be there by your side when the pain hurting
But show up to the party when the bottles poppin and the club jumping and seeing that you made money
That's funny
Back in grade 10 when I started all of this you ain't riding for the team
And you said I can't make hits
But now you see the green
And expect a cut from me
Imma throw a stack up at your face it's a load of bricks
You don't wanna see me get upset
Why?
Cause imma swing first with a left
If you ain't bout to show respect I gotta couple people who would run up with a tech
I don't even got guns
I ain't killing that's dumb
But if the feds come
Screaming redrum
Run it backwards ain't no rapper spitting with that flow
I'm ripping artistry and arteries while snapping backbones
Rappers sinning with trash hits need a pastor
Act quick if you need guidance I'm the master
Brooklyn cannot be wack that's a factor
We Stan nothing and leave that in the past quick
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Writer: Arvind Sookwah
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Performed By: Brooklyn Sage
Language: English
Length: 4:05
Written by: Arvind Sookwah

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