Brick

[Verse 1]

In my hood like strip malls, New York clothes and negro food
Cornrows on my baby and my white tee touch my shoes (yup)
I may be Scorsese so don’t make me call the goons
Violent and peace minded, keep it silent when I move
Grinding like I ain’t had a lick of food in many moons
Winding after the index click, the mood is 90’s movie
Right hand past the dixieme hour gassing on La Rue
With the windows down, middle finger out at City News
Haven’t rode a public transit bus in some months
Ain’t a plane or gripping grain then you can’t catch us at nun’
Eleventh grade I asked for change to get a patty for lunch
I barely ate like every day, for me a toonie’s enough
I’ma quit rapping and make jazz
Peep the catalog that I has
Worked a Summer, never went back
Don’t do college, I just make cash
Gleaming necklace got me hunchback
Saw the poorness when I looked back
Not the morbid type, I been at this
All y’all can’t get rid of my ass

[Chorus]

Hella dank that it feels fresh
What you know about Nintendo through the VHS
Put the fricken West on ivory cassettes
Used twelve keys to send my chick a text
I just used twelve keys to send my chick a text
What you know about Nintendo through the VHS
I’m talking putting your whole block on ivory cassettes
I just used twelve keys to send my chick a text
Twelve keys for text

[Verse 2]

Gather ‘round, watch the police gather rounds while they pat me down
I look like some other nigga or they messing ‘round
Remember I was out of town got pulled over twice
Truck we rented was too nice and my skin is brown
Suburban kids want the beef but they never found when a body in the street
Don’t need your opinions, got enough to worry ‘bout
People in my business, get both my nuts out your mouth
Send the nudies so my girl and I could rate the booties
She don’t like them, I just think it’s better if I see them too
Golden colored frames, rosey shades got the vintage hue
Supposed golden age, feel like something out of ‘92
The shoe game like a baggie of gummy bears
Next to the groom while groupies grab at the underwear
Gratuity on the grub when on tour is a Miller Chair
Friends with nobody because nobody helped get us here
Go screw yourself

(Chorus)

[Outro]

Moving down low, moving years old
Moving brick phone, all that I know
Moving down low, moving years old
Moving brick phone, all that I know
All that I know