D Scott - Tom Brady Lyrics

Sak pase
That's how all my niggas greet now

Flow so godly
Got em thinking that I'm Greek now
All these other niggas start to peak now
I control the game
It's alt and delete clowns

Oh hold up
They do not know
Wet dreamz of money like my name is Cole
I'm talking coal money
That will always flow
And not the show money
That niggas will blow

Shhh bro
This shit is for show

I'm tired of niggas who hate on the low
And say they don't like you
They swear they would fight you
But really be bumpin your shit in the homes

F*ck a fake nigga real quick
Hold up
Might end up f*cking his bitch
So what
Don't got designer no dolce gabana
She still wanna see bout this tip
Oh lord

Is a hatin ass nigga gonna phase me
Why these niggas wanna talk crazy
In the kitchen and I'm whippin up the gravy
Power up on these niggas they lazy

All focused on the vision never hazy
I'm a golden boy nigga Tom Brady
I'm a golden boy nigga Tom Brady
And I got the blue print like I'm jay z

Time to change the game
Feelin like it's in a strain
But I got a strain of what these niggas need up in they brains
Felt a lot of fear and pain
Music always keep me sane
Money and the microphone
No matter what they scream my name

Oh yeah screaming my name
F*ckin these bitches does not ease the pain
And I haven't tasted a lick of the fame
But if they hate now
Imma make em insane

Is a hatin ass nigga gonna phase me
Why these niggas wanna talk crazy
In the kitchen and I'm whippin up the gravy
Power up on these niggas they lazy

All focused on the vision never hazy
I'm a golden boy nigga Tom Brady
I'm a golden boy nigga Tom Brady
And I got the blue print like I'm jay z