Danny Brown - Radio Song Lyrics
This is anti clean rap, nigga where the green at?
RZA take your sweat I had the balls the size of bean bags
Not what you’re used to, bitch I rep the bluza
And the label fools gold, jeans with medusas
Bitches wanna scoop us, their pussy like loofahs
Y’all niggas losers cop clothes from the boosters
Hoes wanna choose up of course they gonna choose us
These stupid ass niggas wouldn’t know what to do
So they copy wack niggas that’s what they made you
The game’s so trendy, that’s why these labels fail
Cause they don’t care about music, just first week sales
[Hook: Danny Brown]
So they say you need a hit, a chart toppin’ single
That’s why it’s called commercial, because you need a jingle
A smash crowd banger, play it all night long
You never get on, without a radio song
So this my radio song (2x)
She wanna ride the wave, watch me do my swag surf
Party like a rockstar, never bought a makeup purse
Songs with no villains, but she feel my thang on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling, I’mma make it rain on her
Taught me how to Dougie, I’d rather see you jerk
Skeet skeet, on the walls and her skirt
She’d rather hear a love song about what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, cause bitch I ain’t tricking’
Do the pretty girl rock, and even though you ugly
Getting dirty money, but bitch I ain’t above that
Ice cream paint job, send me with the
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Danny Brown - Scrap Or Die Lyrics
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
We been lookin at the house for a bout a whole
A family live there got put out last month
My uncle sniffing blow while I’m rolling up a blunt
His homey in the basment smoking crack wit his aunt
And tonights that night we bout to get right
Piled up in a van wit a couple flashlights
This metal crowbars gonna get us through the door
We come to take everything fuck the landlord
So now we at the place skullys on bareface
Bout to leave this bitch bare and strip the whole place
My unc took outside he ripping down the gutters
So we inside tearing up this motherfucker
Bust open the walls just to get the wiring
Took the hot water tank and left over appliances
Aluminum siding and had to come back
Cause the furnace so big it wouldn’t fit in the back
[Hook]
Now its copper bout by the pound
Wire by the inch
Got a check on the first
And its gone by the 5th
Scrap or Die Nigga
And you might be laughing at it cause you know the shit is true
Rusty flat bed truck the color as doo-dooo
Scrap or Die Nigga
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Early morning next day at the junkyard
Got four loads bout to get broke off
But these niggas slick I sweat I’m going off
Put the work on the scale and I swear that bitch was off
Cause I know we had way more than at
Fuck it, split it up ay I get more than at
These niggas always slick on that bullshit
Cheat you out a couple bucks on some dope fiend shit
Now we back in the hood plot the next lick
Got a school closed down and I think we should hit it
Just waiting on my unc to get back from the clinic
And we gone go over there and see whats up wit it
Now we up in it taking old computers
Until we fucking heard “Don’t move or I shoot ya.”
Fucked up hook caught us tryna cash in
Now we gotta B&E case and trespassing
[Hook]
[Verse 1: Danny Brown]
We been lookin at the house for a bout a whole
A family live there got put out last month
My uncle sniffing blow while I’m rolling up a blunt
His homey in the basment smoking crack wit his aunt
And tonights that night we bout to get right
Piled up in a van wit a couple flashlights
This metal crowbars gonna get us through the door
We come to take everything fuck the landlord
So now we at the place skullys on bareface
Bout to leave this bitch bare and strip the whole place
My unc took outside he ripping down the gutters
So we inside tearing up this motherfucker
Bust open the walls just to get the wiring
Took the hot water tank and left over appliances
Aluminum siding and had to come back
Cause the furnace so big it wouldn’t fit in the back
[Hook]
Now its copper bout by the pound
Wire by the inch
Got a check on the first
And its gone by the 5th
Scrap or Die Nigga
And you might be laughing at it cause you know the shit is true
Rusty flat bed truck the color as doo-dooo
Scrap or Die Nigga
[Verse 2: Danny Brown]
Early morning next day at the junkyard
Got four loads bout to get broke off
But these niggas slick I sweat I’m going off
Put the work on the scale and I swear that bitch was off
Cause I know we had way more than at
Fuck it, split it up ay I get more than at
These niggas always slick on that bullshit
Cheat you out a couple bucks on some dope fiend shit
Now we back in the hood plot the next lick
Got a school closed down and I think we should hit it
Just waiting on my unc to get back from the clinic
And we gone go over there and see whats up wit it
Now we up in it taking old computers
Until we fucking heard “Don’t move or I shoot ya.”
Fucked up hook caught us tryna cash in
Now we gotta B&E case and trespassing
[Hook]
Danny Brown - 30 Lyrics
[Verse: Danny Brown]
Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses
Turn a bitch slick rick now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking cigarette ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius
Magic with the sick shit
Said I post to been dead
But bitch I’m still up in this bitch
Verbal herbal poison
Words I cortisone
Fucked pregnant bitch
Save money on her abortion
I feel like Billy Corgan
In a church playing the organ
Covering too short
Smoking a Newport
Hurt hoping drugs a help the pain a go away
And all these thoughts in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a mind
That revolves around the rhyme
And he close his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something
Don’t know her name now the paramedics chest pu
30 something black male OD’ed off pills that he wasn’t prescribed
But they took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn’t really even know him
Because her momma thought he wouldn’t make a living off them poems
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple yrs ago
Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net
And niggas tried to front like it wasn’t all that
But guess what bitch I’m coming back
Guess what bitch I’m coming back
Signed to fools gold and everything’s all gnarly
Bitches want my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off
Every winter so cold niggas sleeping scarves
But I would always tell myself that this shit of get better
You know who you is you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don’t u heard me
So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next
Triple X
[Verse: Danny Brown]
Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses
Turn a bitch slick rick now if I flashed it
Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic
Flicking cigarette ashes bitch I stay blasted
Microphone Cassius
Magic with the sick shit
Said I post to been dead
But bitch I’m still up in this bitch
Verbal herbal poison
Words I cortisone
Fucked pregnant bitch
Save money on her abortion
I feel like Billy Corgan
In a church playing the organ
Covering too short
Smoking a Newport
Hurt hoping drugs a help the pain a go away
And all these thoughts in my head made the sane go astray
Step inside a mind
That revolves around the rhyme
And he close his eyes see visions of white lines
Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something
Don’t know her name now the paramedics chest pu
30 something black male OD’ed off pills that he wasn’t prescribed
But they took his life
Let behind a daughter that doesn’t really even know him
Because her momma thought he wouldn’t make a living off them poems
But it was a long journey on a rocky road
Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow
Walking in the cold on the way to the studio
Smoking on a loosey that was just a couple yrs ago
Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net
And niggas tried to front like it wasn’t all that
But guess what bitch I’m coming back
Guess what bitch I’m coming back
Signed to fools gold and everything’s all gnarly
Bitches want my number just to get up in party
Came along way from extension cords in the window
Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo
Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off
Every winter so cold niggas sleeping scarves
But I would always tell myself that this shit of get better
You know who you is you the greatest rapper ever
So now the pressures on em to prove that voice right
Some people never know they goals he know his whole life
So now his turn up fixing up to bat
Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack
Never learned to rap I just always knew how
So ever since 8 I knew what I would now
When I turned 28 they like what u gone do now
And now a nigga 30 I don’t u heard me
So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed
Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest
The thought of no success it got me chasing death
Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD’ing next
Triple X
Danny Brown - Nosebleeds Lyrics
Business comes from…
Got probation cause the parents paid the money,
Six months rehab, but she’s back at it,
Reflexion stare at it, but she can’t look at it!
She whipped out the…
The stupid loans, they call her phone, but she don’t sweat it!
Cocaine no… separate in lines,
Every time she do it, she says it’s her last time.
Chasing out high from the very first time,
But getting.. in 2009
Never thought this relationship would come this far,
..in her nose, I’m blade sniffing hard!
In night clubs… her friends sniff it hard
Never sleep in random dude’s apartments…
I’m replying texts from her boyfriend,
Feeling like any second the world can end,
And when… and make her pussy wet,
Face washing going numb, nipple hard on them breasts
Sniffing ‘till it tripped, back .. blood running down her lips!
Business comes from…
Got probation cause the parents paid the money,
Six months rehab, but she’s back at it,
Reflexion stare at it, but she can’t look at it!
She whipped out the…
The stupid loans, they call her phone, but she don’t sweat it!
Cocaine no… separate in lines,
Every time she do it, she says it’s her last time.
Chasing out high from the very first time,
But getting.. in 2009
Never thought this relationship would come this far,
..in her nose, I’m blade sniffing hard!
In night clubs… her friends sniff it hard
Never sleep in random dude’s apartments…
I’m replying texts from her boyfriend,
Feeling like any second the world can end,
And when… and make her pussy wet,
Face washing going numb, nipple hard on them breasts
Sniffing ‘till it tripped, back .. blood running down her lips!
Danny Brown - Die Like A Rockstar Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud bout the size of a bonzai
Kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi
In high def I’m righteous
And still bust a nut up on a bitch chest
The verbal folklore been explored and employed by none other than them fools with the gold
And them bankrolls explode
And your bitch is my target when I shoot my load
Bulls-eye my eyes tight-eyed
Fried off the same shit that rockstars died
From
Smoke something with your man bitch
Like Wyclef used to sell the cannabis
Manuscript sick shit
Prescription addiction
Sniffing adderall off the counter in my kitchen
Tripping off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping
Experiment so much it’s a miracle I’m living
[Hook]
And I’mma die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I’mma die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I’mma die like a rocstar
Die like a rockstar
I’mma die like a rockstar
[Verse 2]
Bitch I wanna party like Chris Farley
Shot of Hennessy spike that with some molly
Tell mommy I’m sorry god bless my soul
But life is so sublime going out like Brad Nowell
I got that Kurt Cobain type of mind-frame
Feeling like Keith Moon shrooms in my dressing room
Basquiat freestyle
Feeling like Jimi Hendrix and Anna-Nicole mouth
River Phoenix ’93 VIP
With some drugged up porn hoes all around me
Like Teri Diver
Linda Wong all inhale having orgies
Where the horns grow along
Cause bitch I’m Frankie Lymon
Heath Ledger hyped in a jacuzzi doing that John Belushi
With Brittany Murphy we blowing hershey
I’mma die like a rockstar
[Verse 1]
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud bout the size of a bonzai
Kick it like Muay Thai
Flow like sci-fi
In high def I’m righteous
And still bust a nut up on a bitch chest
The verbal folklore been explored and employed by none other than them fools with the gold
And them bankrolls explode
And your bitch is my target when I shoot my load
Bulls-eye my eyes tight-eyed
Fried off the same shit that rockstars died
From
Smoke something with your man bitch
Like Wyclef used to sell the cannabis
Manuscript sick shit
Prescription addiction
Sniffing adderall off the counter in my kitchen
Tripping off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping
Experiment so much it’s a miracle I’m living
[Hook]
And I’mma die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I’mma die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I’mma die like a rocstar
Die like a rockstar
I’mma die like a rockstar
[Verse 2]
Bitch I wanna party like Chris Farley
Shot of Hennessy spike that with some molly
Tell mommy I’m sorry god bless my soul
But life is so sublime going out like Brad Nowell
I got that Kurt Cobain type of mind-frame
Feeling like Keith Moon shrooms in my dressing room
Basquiat freestyle
Feeling like Jimi Hendrix and Anna-Nicole mouth
River Phoenix ’93 VIP
With some drugged up porn hoes all around me
Like Teri Diver
Linda Wong all inhale having orgies
Where the horns grow along
Cause bitch I’m Frankie Lymon
Heath Ledger hyped in a jacuzzi doing that John Belushi
With Brittany Murphy we blowing hershey
I’mma die like a rockstar
Danny Brown - Lie4 Lyrics
[Hook]
I’m balling now yea just like kobe
You callin now yea bitch you know me
You calling off and I’m taking all yo hoes
I’m showing out what the fuck I gotta lie for
What the fuck I gotta lie for x4
[Verse 1]
I ain’t never had shit
Zilch zero nothing
Now that a nigga something
Yea bitch I’m stunting
Look at all this moneys
Hundreds and these fiftys
Eating at the Whitney
Now yo bitch wanna come wit me
Cause we bout to go to the mall
Tonight we popping bottles
My baby momma a hoodrat
But now I gots me a model
And she wanna swallow drink it all up
Straight to the neck from the bottle cause she dont need a cup
And we bout to go make it rain thunder fucking storm
Kush nuggets to the brain pop fucking corn
Shapow bitch wow been had hundreds
Naw nigga I’m just lying my nigga I’m just fronting
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
[Hook]
I’m a blow it all now
Nigga muthafuck a later
Bout to a mink
And sum diamond encrusted gators
Car with a TV in it maid and butler too
So what nigga this rented right gone have to do
I’m a take it all wit me when im gone bitch its gone to
Who cares when the kids get grown
They better figure out what they gone do
Cause right now nigga I got it
Nigga What about you
Broke ass niggas worth nothing
I can buy yall in twos
Cause a long time ago
My nigga was just like you
But we ain’t talking bout the past
Its about right now my dude
Cause normally I be broke
But right now I got cash
Nah, nigga I’m lyin, y’all know I be frontin
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
[Hook]
I’m balling now yea just like kobe
You callin now yea bitch you know me
You calling off and I’m taking all yo hoes
I’m showing out what the fuck I gotta lie for
What the fuck I gotta lie for x4
[Verse 1]
I ain’t never had shit
Zilch zero nothing
Now that a nigga something
Yea bitch I’m stunting
Look at all this moneys
Hundreds and these fiftys
Eating at the Whitney
Now yo bitch wanna come wit me
Cause we bout to go to the mall
Tonight we popping bottles
My baby momma a hoodrat
But now I gots me a model
And she wanna swallow drink it all up
Straight to the neck from the bottle cause she dont need a cup
And we bout to go make it rain thunder fucking storm
Kush nuggets to the brain pop fucking corn
Shapow bitch wow been had hundreds
Naw nigga I’m just lying my nigga I’m just fronting
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
[Hook]
I’m a blow it all now
Nigga muthafuck a later
Bout to a mink
And sum diamond encrusted gators
Car with a TV in it maid and butler too
So what nigga this rented right gone have to do
I’m a take it all wit me when im gone bitch its gone to
Who cares when the kids get grown
They better figure out what they gone do
Cause right now nigga I got it
Nigga What about you
Broke ass niggas worth nothing
I can buy yall in twos
Cause a long time ago
My nigga was just like you
But we ain’t talking bout the past
Its about right now my dude
Cause normally I be broke
But right now I got cash
Nah, nigga I’m lyin, y’all know I be frontin
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Got that income tax swag, that income tax swag
That bad dame in my lap I just cop her a bag
Danny Brown - Pac Blood Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The Shakespeare at 16, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but they never get my chin..
One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princess
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellent
I’m never in the present, eyes get wide
I’m the town hero cause my words give a ride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for em
Some say I’m a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride with the birds
Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[Verse 2]
What’s in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mind can’t listen to
Oh so original, nigga’s extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop Pinsky
World Match could never be the one, your time’s done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day’s gone
Electric ? with a blue fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene torture to men, women and children
Memoir’s sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next peace at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power than the one that wear a crown
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[Verse 1]
The Shakespeare at 16, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but they never get my chin..
One writing scriptures bringing tears to the princess
Every time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, hanging on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellent
I’m never in the present, eyes get wide
I’m the town hero cause my words give a ride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect words for em
Some say I’m a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride with the birds
Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the words
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
[Verse 2]
What’s in the portfolio? Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mind can’t listen to
Oh so original, nigga’s extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop Pinsky
World Match could never be the one, your time’s done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day’s gone
Electric ? with a blue fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene torture to men, women and children
Memoir’s sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next peace at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power than the one that wear a crown
[Hook]
Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had T.D. Jakes round this bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it in Pac blood
Told me in my dreams that these niggas is not thugs
Danny Brown - XXX Lyrics
[Verse: Danny Brown]
30!
Colder than them grits they fed slaves
Me to rap is like water to raves
AK’s with bayonets on deck
Rep my set
Sorta like Squidwird and his clarinet
I’m in ya bitch mouth
But she just fantasizing
Staring at my skinnys siad its so tantalizing
Dog I’m strategizing plotting on throne
The masta of the ace sitting on chrome
Dark nights tryna sleep stomach on fire
Delusional from hunger so I couldn’t get tired
Imaging the equalizer goin from green to red
Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head
Sorta like Neo with them Matrix codes
I try to escape it hoping drugs a numb a soul
Say im getting old and times running out
Repeating instrumentals tryna figure patterns out
I never leave the house ain’t slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze
Weaving the kicks and snares dodging hooks
Tryna keep it original something thats overlooked
Way a nigga goin might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling home for money on my books
Cause if this shit don’t work nigga I failed at life
Turning to these drugs now these drugs turned my life
It’s the downward spiral, Got me suicidal
But too scared to do it so these pills a be the rival
Surpassing all my idols
Took the wrong turn
But can’t go back now so now let that blunt burn
Cause now its my turn if I fuck it all up
Took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
I took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
Triple X
[Verse: Danny Brown]
30!
Colder than them grits they fed slaves
Me to rap is like water to raves
AK’s with bayonets on deck
Rep my set
Sorta like Squidwird and his clarinet
I’m in ya bitch mouth
But she just fantasizing
Staring at my skinnys siad its so tantalizing
Dog I’m strategizing plotting on throne
The masta of the ace sitting on chrome
Dark nights tryna sleep stomach on fire
Delusional from hunger so I couldn’t get tired
Imaging the equalizer goin from green to red
Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head
Sorta like Neo with them Matrix codes
I try to escape it hoping drugs a numb a soul
Say im getting old and times running out
Repeating instrumentals tryna figure patterns out
I never leave the house ain’t slept in three days
Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze
Weaving the kicks and snares dodging hooks
Tryna keep it original something thats overlooked
Way a nigga goin might go out like Sam Cooke
Or locked up calling home for money on my books
Cause if this shit don’t work nigga I failed at life
Turning to these drugs now these drugs turned my life
It’s the downward spiral, Got me suicidal
But too scared to do it so these pills a be the rival
Surpassing all my idols
Took the wrong turn
But can’t go back now so now let that blunt burn
Cause now its my turn if I fuck it all up
Took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
I took a while to get here now I depend on these drugs
Triple X
Danny Brown - D.N.A. Lyrics
[Hook: Danny Brown]
It’s in my, D.N.A
Cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
It’s in my, D.N.A
Cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A. D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A. D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
[Verse: Danny Brown]
Waking up, drooling on Versace pillowcases
And I’m smoking eight a day
I might end up a mental patient
Terry cloth bathrooms, blunts and ashtrays
White wine in flute glass, early morning saturdays
Food plates and grade A, crepes and OJ
Bitches swimming topless in Chlorine off morphine
Emails on iPads don’t answer ring phone rings
Text message full coming down on four beans
Cause everynight like bachelor party in sin city
Bitches sniffing coke off each other tittys with rolled 50s
Life I live like Charlie Sheen and Rick James
Goin hard until it ain’t a dollar to my name
This that triple x shit nigga how ya feel
Groupies like glam rock poison logo pill
Sniffing a mali off amps blond haired tramp
When I’m on my way to the stage every night I rage
[Hook]
Warhols all on the wall on the villa
Adderall popping got us jumping to ceiling
Perceived as a villian no sentiment in this sentence
For instance in instants they’ll be calling forensics
If incidents occur remember these ain’t just words
Go from talking shit to organs preserved
Soft serve rappers just hide behind reverb
And even with effects youlls just end you dessert
I research and homework
Make you dig ya own dirt
On beats buried alive
Ratting wiseguys
I’m with a latin bitch fat ass and well porportioned thighs
And love to see it cumming so I squirt it in her eyes
Hopping out that new shit like narcs on Tuesday
The grill on it shiny like LL Cool J’s
Whats on my waist could make a nigga meet ya doomsday
To describe ya mixtape that shit was like a toothache
[Hook]
[Hook: Danny Brown]
It’s in my, D.N.A
Cause my pops like to get fucked up the same way
It’s in my, D.N.A
Cause my moms like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A. D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
D.N.A. D.N.A
Cause my fam like to get fucked up the same way
[Verse: Danny Brown]
Waking up, drooling on Versace pillowcases
And I’m smoking eight a day
I might end up a mental patient
Terry cloth bathrooms, blunts and ashtrays
White wine in flute glass, early morning saturdays
Food plates and grade A, crepes and OJ
Bitches swimming topless in Chlorine off morphine
Emails on iPads don’t answer ring phone rings
Text message full coming down on four beans
Cause everynight like bachelor party in sin city
Bitches sniffing coke off each other tittys with rolled 50s
Life I live like Charlie Sheen and Rick James
Goin hard until it ain’t a dollar to my name
This that triple x shit nigga how ya feel
Groupies like glam rock poison logo pill
Sniffing a mali off amps blond haired tramp
When I’m on my way to the stage every night I rage
[Hook]
Warhols all on the wall on the villa
Adderall popping got us jumping to ceiling
Perceived as a villian no sentiment in this sentence
For instance in instants they’ll be calling forensics
If incidents occur remember these ain’t just words
Go from talking shit to organs preserved
Soft serve rappers just hide behind reverb
And even with effects youlls just end you dessert
I research and homework
Make you dig ya own dirt
On beats buried alive
Ratting wiseguys
I’m with a latin bitch fat ass and well porportioned thighs
And love to see it cumming so I squirt it in her eyes
Hopping out that new shit like narcs on Tuesday
The grill on it shiny like LL Cool J’s
Whats on my waist could make a nigga meet ya doomsday
To describe ya mixtape that shit was like a toothache
[Hook]
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