Somebody call the f*cking doctor
I let the chopper flow like helicopters
Scaring all the rappers I'm a monster
I've been smoking like a f*cking Rasta
You don't even know how I did it
I've been gone for a minute
But I'm back in it
Feeling like a crack addict
Itching for the pen and paper feeling superheated
Someone tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Done this music for a long time
I don't know if I'll turn up to the dark side
Imma f*cking loner I've been alright
When it comes to rapping I don't ever waste time
Whenever there was crunch time
I would never play nice
All the f*cking hippies drinking smoking I would never take that
If your music really is trash
You should probably take it back
To the lab mixing it out
Never mind you could never be like that
Underdog status back in high school
I've been pushing, grinding ain't no telling what I might do
Niggas used to push me imma push back with a slap bitch ass, nigga imma fight you
You could never see me in the party
I was in the f*cking lab with the pen and pad cooking up the tracks
That's facts
Real raps
They ain't used to that
Mad trash
Some Tell these motherf*ckers Brooklyn Sage is coming back
You ain't ever met a motherf*ck like me
I was in the streets but I kept it lowkey
I ain't ever had no money to ever spend on a foreign
I'm sorry to the fam but I sold a little weed
Y'all niggas gonna be pissed
When you hear about the fame that I gain with no help of you fakes
I be up and away
I be spitting propane
When all the fire was made
And I'm starting to retain
The memories I had made
When I hit these rappers in the DM
Saying it be crazy if I would ever meet them
I would give them free beats free hook free bars I was trying to just feed them
But they never rate it
I was trying make it
Independent what I'm saying
All the fire that I'm spraying
They would never take
Now it's f*ck these little Instagram rappers they just underneath it
Someone tell these motherf*cking Brooklyn Sage is undefeated
Brooklyn Sage - Undefeated Lyrics
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Somebody call the f*cking doctor
I let the chopper flow like helicopters
Scaring all the rappers I'm a monster
I've been smoking like a f*cking Rasta
You don't even know how I did it
I've been gone for a minute
But I'm back in it
Feeling like a crack addict
Itching for the pen and paper feeling superheated
Someone tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Done this music for a long time
I don't know if I'll turn up to the dark side
Imma f*cking loner I've been alright
When it comes to rapping I don't ever waste time
Whenever there was crunch time
I would never play nice
All the f*cking hippies drinking smoking I would never take that
If your music really is trash
You should probably take it back
To the lab mixing it out
Never mind you could never be like that
Underdog status back in high school
I've been pushing, grinding ain't no telling what I might do
Niggas used to push me imma push back with a slap bitch ass, nigga imma fight you
You could never see me in the party
I was in the f*cking lab with the pen and pad cooking up the tracks
That's facts
Real raps
They ain't used to that
Mad trash
Some Tell these motherf*ckers Brooklyn Sage is coming back
You ain't ever met a motherf*ck like me
I was in the streets but I kept it lowkey
I ain't ever had no money to ever spend on a foreign
I'm sorry to the fam but I sold a little weed
Y'all niggas gonna be pissed
When you hear about the fame that I gain with no help of you fakes
I be up and away
I be spitting propane
When all the fire was made
And I'm starting to retain
The memories I had made
When I hit these rappers in the DM
Saying it be crazy if I would ever meet them
I would give them free beats free hook free bars I was trying to just feed them
But they never rate it
I was trying make it
Independent what I'm saying
All the fire that I'm spraying
They would never take
Now it's f*ck these little Instagram rappers they just underneath it
Someone tell these motherf*cking Brooklyn Sage is undefeated
I let the chopper flow like helicopters
Scaring all the rappers I'm a monster
I've been smoking like a f*cking Rasta
You don't even know how I did it
I've been gone for a minute
But I'm back in it
Feeling like a crack addict
Itching for the pen and paper feeling superheated
Someone tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Undefeated, undefeated, tell these motherf*ckers I've been undefeated
Done this music for a long time
I don't know if I'll turn up to the dark side
Imma f*cking loner I've been alright
When it comes to rapping I don't ever waste time
Whenever there was crunch time
I would never play nice
All the f*cking hippies drinking smoking I would never take that
If your music really is trash
You should probably take it back
To the lab mixing it out
Never mind you could never be like that
Underdog status back in high school
I've been pushing, grinding ain't no telling what I might do
Niggas used to push me imma push back with a slap bitch ass, nigga imma fight you
You could never see me in the party
I was in the f*cking lab with the pen and pad cooking up the tracks
That's facts
Real raps
They ain't used to that
Mad trash
Some Tell these motherf*ckers Brooklyn Sage is coming back
You ain't ever met a motherf*ck like me
I was in the streets but I kept it lowkey
I ain't ever had no money to ever spend on a foreign
I'm sorry to the fam but I sold a little weed
Y'all niggas gonna be pissed
When you hear about the fame that I gain with no help of you fakes
I be up and away
I be spitting propane
When all the fire was made
And I'm starting to retain
The memories I had made
When I hit these rappers in the DM
Saying it be crazy if I would ever meet them
I would give them free beats free hook free bars I was trying to just feed them
But they never rate it
I was trying make it
Independent what I'm saying
All the fire that I'm spraying
They would never take
Now it's f*ck these little Instagram rappers they just underneath it
Someone tell these motherf*cking Brooklyn Sage is undefeated
Writer: Arvind Sookwah
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