Santa Barbara

[Intro]
Bruiser Brigade
Independent labels who grindin' hard to get to the top
Instead of people who just walk in and they just give you a gimmick and this who you are
You know what I'm saying, that's Hollywood, man (Bru, right)
You can't, you can't go out like that (I feel you there)
That's why I ain't got a deal now, I ain't going out, I ain't going Hollywood, man (For real, huh)
Keeping it straight, Detroit, man
Yeah
Better, nigga

[Verse]
AR with that shell catcher, I don't leave nothin'
Me and the gang looking like we big-game huntin'
It's a lot of fat niggas, I'm the best looking
In the booth, soundin' like I got meth cooking
You looking for a real nigga? You done found one
Raised around a whole lotta shooters like 'Bron son
I ain't even gotta cook 'em, they beyond done
The sad part is that we all one
The phone smart and yet we all dumb
Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, dog
Word to my nigga First
I think a proof in every verse that I spit
I wrote this with an iron fist, you still exist?
I bust a right on Santa Barbara and reminisce
My nigga turned me to a barber, I'm on they wig
He say "you wanna see the [?], here it is"
Right around the corner from the crib
They made movies off the shit we did
Imagine having Dilla in this bitch
Imagine everybody bearing gifts
Imagine being in the state of bliss
And in the family a tornado hit
And get the clearest shit
That leave you standing in the rubble and yo' heart no longer hearing shit
And now you do it for the struggle 'cause you know you gotta hustle
But you bitter so yo' ear ain't really hearing shit
So nigga miss me with that rap shit, I'm out of touch
And I no longer give a fuck, them niggas suck
Fuck yo' designer shit, nigga
I'm happy to be back on my Shrine of the Black Madonna shit

[Outro]
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