100redBricks ft. GetGully Lyrics

I walk with the waves of New York City, X-rayed into my back As I floss every step that doesn't

Taste like food These red bricks have a funny way of kicking

Me home sick Crossin' the flue, I don't mind the way the

Light breeze humbles me better As I floss every step that doesn't taste like

Food These red bricks, these red bricks, bricks

Bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

These red bricks, these red bricks, these red bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

Bricks, bricks We all stars like a Jewish Bible, but off

Your top like a suicidal My protein lean, you gon' need a whole lot

Of shots to do what I do to do what I do, do what I do

These red bricks, these red bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks, bricks

See, I'm so focused, my mind is so sharp That you could use it as a shard to cut throats

Open And that's when no provoking prevail, hell

Enter the king Spit fire to Lord or the devilish ring

Embellishing all, representing the winter and spring

Listen, fuck the summer, cause I don't like the sweat

Cause either I'm fucking the breezy, bobbing or weaving

And I promise baby mama by the morning you leaving

You see, everything I do hot, so you can call him Percy

Full of verses or Haku-a There's a lot of gods here dying hymns

So keep a techie attentive, Indian prince is gon' leave you all wet

Still in yellow, these rappers is off timing Cause you ask the truth, but the problem, they all timing

I'm trying to be the same young boy, the awards shining

Excuse me, let me check my watch, it's my timing

So back the fuck up, says Simon Or your whole team get tacky, the fuck up, I 49er

Since the bass was born, these oral proof foretold

Morbidly stories that would forge into an immaculate form

You ain't on the same track that I'm on

So Charlie, go and get your money, ain't comparing a knife to a bomb

You see, I pop up, stock up, it's like magic

You disappear, so what, queer, life's tragic

A hundred bars or a hundred bricks

A hundred bars or a hundred bricks

See, I've been gone for too long, and you can't stop now

You can't stop now

See, you can't stop now

Go and get rich, a hundred bars or a hundred bricks

See me creeping down your block, better get low

Cause you or your family don't matter, Eddie Winslow

Out comes a rat, then pop goes the weasel

I make a quick sale, then out comes a needle

See, fuck Jay, I'm trying doing track with the Beatles

Move plates from state to state, Boston and V.A

N.Y.P.A. to S.E.A., Segway to M.A

Soon to be in Boston, illegal, bags full of crabs

You can put your cheddar up, but don't forget your hands

Any resistance will leave you in a box and your wife in a coma

Fucking with a dead man, rider, soldier

Thou are in the system, Indian chief

But the sale smells much better than the aroma

Sorry teacher, I ain't got time

See, my time is money, and I ain't trying to buy the clothes

A hundred bars or a hundred bricks

A hundred bars or a hundred bricks

See, I done came too far, but we can't stop now

We can't stop now

See, we can't stop now, we gon' get rich

A hundred bars or a hundred bricks

See, I done came too far, but we can't stop now

We gon' get rich