Courtney Bell - Bang Lyrics

Brrt
Body

I ain't your average rapper, nigga, this shit more than passion
This that 9/11, planes crashin', World Trade collapsin'
Nah, this that holy water, I'm fresh up out that well
Know that cup runneth over, D'Ussé and the Holy Grail
Nigga, this that Big L, that Pac, Nas, Rakim flow
When the flesh God, that Matrix dodgin' bullets
I just copped a fully, Columbine the bullies
Cockin' back and pull it, bang
Killin' every rapper, I just built a casket big enough to have 'em all in
Bodies fallin', blood on my palms
I'm involved with a lot of unsolved murders
We evolve when our involvement teach us the beauty and struggle
You ain't one of us, then it's f*ck you
So I suggest you keep your distance, mind your business
Cross that line, you better have them steppers with you
'Cause my dog turn to gorilla
Leave no victim, I can't save you, I just pray you play it safe
'Cause too many niggas die tryin' to defeat the god
Unfortunate
Never felt pressure 'til they back beneath the wall
This orphanage called hip hop need restorin'
Pedal to the metal, floorin'
If it's up, then it's up, we blowin'
Bang

I'll pull up rockin' the flyest fit, right in the car that's matchin' it (bang)
I made a mil' in my sleep and I kept the shit all in my mattress (bang)
I'm why they do all the yappin', I'm at where it's always happenin'
I'll make it all look immaculate, bang, bitch, bang
Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley's, bang, bang, bang
Niggas don't really wanna tempt me, bang, bang, bang (brrt)
I'll pull up rockin' the flyest shit, right in the car that's matchin' it
I'll make it all look immaculate

Yo, yo (bang)
I'm still grindin', nigga, nothin' changed
Big investments
I was givin' lessons in a kitchen sweatin' like a runnin' slave
Sign to BSF, nigga, come get paid
I'm in Neiman Marcus every other day, got them Off-Whites every colorway
'Cause I know it hurt to see me stunt and I gotta make these motherf*ckers pay
And courtrooms for them skets, now I'm in boardrooms with execs
What you'd expect from a street nigga who was taught the boss moves of success?
Crawl through and flex
Forty for the watch and for the Cuban, boy, you a mess
Nigga, when my phone ring, it's a bag, you know when my fork move, it's a check
They want the glory, I want the legacy after it (yeah)
I showed 'em it's real when words can heal, my shit like a medicine cabinet (yeah)
You never was matchin' it, your favorite rapper gon' be irrelevant after this (f*ck that nigga)
Just to be rappers, we way too clever, I might run for president after this
I feel like Ye, Jay and Pac, and somebody bought up and packaged it
A little bin Laden
'Cause when it's poppin', my niggas walk up and whackin' shit
I wake up early and think 'bout my life
And can't believe all of this happenin' (can't believe this shit)
It's ups in the game, downs and pains, but I make it all look immaculate
I make it all look immaculate (bang)

I'll pull up rockin' the flyest fit, right in the car that's matchin' it (bang)
I made a mil' in my sleep and I kept the shit all in my mattress (bang)
I'm why they do all the yappin', I'm at where it's always happenin'
I'll make it all look immaculate, bang, bitch, bang
Nickel, Courtney, Benny, bitches, Bentley's, bang, bang, bang
Niggas don't really wanna tempt me, bang, bang, bang
I'll pull up rockin' the flyest shit, right in the car that's matchin' it
I'll make it all look immaculate (bang)