Brock Lyrics

We can skip the pleasantries

I know you remember me

L to the A-Y and fuck you to my enemies

I'm sorry for the wait, I messed up

But I was busy buyin' Ashlea flowers hopin' we could kiss and make up

I really like the love but God I love the hate

And I'm petty enough to still rub it in your face

'Cause success is addictive

The sex is vindictive

And the fam's who I get it in with

Niggas used to go to my man P-Nyce to learn to push dope

Like niggas go to Olajuwon to learn to play the post

Dorchester Ave. where niggas squeeze toast

In the name of the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost

Niggas on my penis like Darrelle Revis on wide receivers

It's so bad I can't even brag when I beat you

And it just got Pau Gasol ugly

Screamin' fuck these boys no Jerry Sandusky

Get everything you came for

I'm takin' what I want

Haters fall back

Real niggas to the front

Ain't a damn thing change

On this mic I'ma stunt

Best in the world, holla at me

'Cause I get it

I, I get

I get it

I, I get it

I get it

I, I get it

I get it

I, I get it

Shout out to my old girl

Fuck you to her husband

And fuck all the small talk I'm past the discussions

And y'all could take it to the head like concussions

'Cause I get results

Motherfuck your repercussions

I am void of a conscience

Tin Man heartless

Pop off spur of the moment

Popovich couldn't stop it

Can't Hack-a-Shaq

Can't zone me

End up DiCaprio departed if you try to dethrone me

All these fake kings talkin' shit

Probably got their crowns same place Dre got his doctorate

We don't believe you, you need more people

I'm just tryin' to get a mil like Dr. Evil

Treatin' rappers like a bed pan

Out here gettin' money thicker than LeBron's headband

Dorchester Fedor, I am The Last Emperor

The streets are talkin' I dare you to kill the messenger

Get everything you came for

I'm takin' what I want

Haters fall back

Real niggas to the front

Ain't a damn thing change

On this mic I'ma stunt

Best in the world, holla at me

'Cause I get it

I, I get

I get it

I, I get it

I get it

I, I get it

I get it

I, I get it

Screamin' Graveyard 'til I'm in one

Graveyard for life

I only need one shot

I ain't gotta think twice

These niggas care less about the throne and more 'bout reputations

But I'm like the nigga on the bench behind Bledsoe waitin'

Got my chance and I ain't waste it

Now I'm in the end zone gettin' flagged for excessive celebration

I'm the last king in the Bean standin'

You wanna beat me you better call Tom Coughlin and Eli Manning

Started in the Dublin, said my piece

And then I jumped off stage at the Middle East

And it ain't been the same since

From Walsh Park to Cambridge

And I'm still ridin' with the niggas that I came with

And you know that the top is the destination

Three's in the air to let 'em know the location

This is the end of all my unrecognized greatness

Rest in peace to low expectations

Get everything you came for

I'm takin' what I want

Haters fall back

Real niggas to the front

Ain't a damn thing change

On this mic I'ma stunt

Best in the world, holla at me

'Cause I get it

I, I get

I get it

I, I get it

I get it

I, I get it

I get it

I, I get it