เนื้อเพลง Still Brazy - YG
เนื้อเพลง Still Brazy
Ayy! This sh*t
This sh*t, this sh*t
My life, my life
N*gga this sh*t brazy
N*gga this sh*t brazy
This sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy
This sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy
N*gga this sh*t brazy, oh Lord!
N*gga this sh*t brazy
Look at my life
Been through it all, got bullet wounds twice
Still don't know where it came from, yikes
Why everybody want a piece of my pie?
I, I, gotta keep guns with me
Sh*t real, I ain't tryna be pretty
Paranoia got this Henny in my kidney
Cause I don't know if they're with me or against me
They always said this was how it's gon' be
But me... I ain't wanna believe
They don't wanna see a n*gga with the green
The reason for the 40 cal with the beam
The devil's on me, got me trippin'
I used to party out with Scotty like Pippen
Now I don't trust n*ggas, and I stopped invitin' b*tches
Over to the crib, they can't know where I'm livin'
Sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This sh*t, n*gga, this sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, n*gga this sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh sh*t, this sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy
Verse two, verse two
I got too much to spit for verse two
Just be careful on how you approach dude
Cause he done already heard about what you wanna do
Paranoia, paranoia
Paranoia down in killer California
What's their motive? What's their motive?
Sh*t, I'm the closest with some money that they know of
Lady problems, family problems
Homies problems, all this drama
On my mama, this the type of sh*t you sweat out in the suana
Grandma pray for me, devil keep away from me
Fell out with my day one, that was my ace to me
Mind blown, somethin' different when I'm on
All this sh*t got me in another rhyme zone
Lately, I've been at home
I grab the pistol when I answer the door
Cause this sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This sh*t, n*gga, this sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, n*gga this sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh sh*t, this sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy
I ain't F with this, but I F with this
Can't complain about it, gotta find out where he gonna master it
Gotta put cameras all around the crib
Gotta, gotta wear the vest like a bib
Got some, got some problems, a whole lot 'em
So I stay dangerous, Osama
N*gga say they heard about a million dollars
So I gotta bulletproof the Impala
Man I'm 'bout to lose it
Homies I'm confused with
Money get involved, it's all bad, they switch too quick
It's too sick, thought you was realer, my n*gga
Got popped, you ain't do sh*t
Thought you was my killer, my n*gga
Oh! Sh*t get realer, my n*gga
When n*ggas know you gettin' skrilla, my n*gga
I don't know what's gotten into my n*gga
Close from day one, I was with him, my n*gga
This sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
This sh*t, n*gga, this sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh this sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh Lord, n*gga this sh*t brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy, brazy
Oh sh*t, this sh*t, this sh*t
This sh*t brazy