Colorblind Lyrics

Brunch Klub Music

Uh, alright, I ain't gotta lie, I do my thing

Niggas gon' hate, they don't even know my name

Two, three, coming soon, I'm a young OG

I ain't got no warrants, still fuck the police

Niggas burn bridges and they try to swim back

I'ma pop a train, I'ma break your bitch back

I could cop a stack if I move me a pack

I'ma shoot it up if a nigga get jacked

Take a nigga back like South Central

This New Orleans to my bros, it's my kinfolk

Up in the hood, niggas ain't eating steak

Any different day, we focused on the plate

This winter drop gon' get us out the slum

Stack it up like we packing

Totin' that heat in my box of briefs

Keep the meeting brief, your defense ain't good

If you roaming through the hood, the streets don't love, keep it understood

Alright, it's Brazy, Brunch Club, my baby

Got a little money, turn up on your lady

Fuck the G-Code, no, the Lord gon' save me

It's a cold world, man, my life so brazy

Teach a lil' nigga I feel like Major Payne

O.G. Big Blood, I ain't never gon' change

Never for a dollar, nigga, never for no fame

Hard to myself cause these hoes so strange

Magic down wine, hella hoes in my phone

Ignoring them all, Brunch Club for calls

Too legit to quit, Eastside cause it's gangsta shit

Stay in your lane cause this not the game

Sendin' shots with aim, lay him down like a picnic

If he talkin' shit, we just pull up

That's the ending, bruh, preem, never Jason Kane

Pull his cap back like banana peelin

It was all good just a week ago

Let me call TLC, she a creepin' hoe

I got shooters outside, you don't even know

Watch, I add it all up like I'm peepin' Sko

Put it on a plate, serve it like a pizza roll

If I don't love her, can't even feed the ho

New beat, pick the shit, any money, moe

I still smoke rappers just like a box of Joe

I'm a young O.G., fuck a friendly barber

All they bring is problems, can't trust nobody

Fuck around and might catch a body

But I'm chillin' though, blowin' thick smoke

Eyes open, clothes pickin', roll your hoe

That's a givin' go, I don't love these hoes

I only love my son, plus my mama

Fuck the drama, finesse these commas

Flip them dollars, stir the profit

Make it hot, then drop it

Alright, my lyrics on fleek and my bitch on ill

Respect a nigga named Birdman, I'ma kill

Bullet hit a skinny nigga, make him look like Uncle Phil

Told that bitch, money gang, 500 on the grill

Ain't no peace in these streets

I'm a beast out the east, got the pack on the waist

He be gone in a week, I be fresh like a crease

Anymore, I'm deceased, I be fresh like a crease

Anymore, I'ma