Damn Brudda Lyrics

Aside from all the fake shit I've been through, fake friends I've been knew

Dramatics from the snakes, the lies in my mental

Son of Mack and Mickey, how dare they try to dim you

You leaving me no choice but to step up and end you

Feeding us a fantasy, you niggas mocking menus

I promise your mama a lot of flowers when we spin you

She all up in her head, the lone wolf is against you

Roger that, we coming up your hill, passing tissue

Usually I'm cool, calm, collected, but I'm pissed off

Traded in my blood for a plug, but got ripped off

Now I'm feeling stupid, woozy off of the Smirnoff

I asked God to make him die slow before I lift off

Gotta pray again, cause my mind really ticked off

At my table, empty handed, I'll take my chips off

Picturing your funeral, I hope they lay you crisscross

I'll sit there right in the front, fighting some tears off

Cause when you use my kindness as a weakness, I feel slighted

Say you ain't got smoke on me, but steadily ignite it

She ain't untouchable, just go ask about the Hyatt

I fucked her so good until that pussycat was quiet

I guess I'm preaching to the choir

They never seen me making it out from out the fire

I promise every time it was down to the wire

Sometimes I get high, but opps dying, it get me higher

So don't get comfortable

Your arms too short to box with the God

Yeah, too short

You just too little, man

I live for shit like this