Brick Life

It's Bricks Nigga

It be them niggas that you fuck wit

That support you when you up

When you down

Ain't no nigga in ya sight that could be found

They some clowns

All these niggas wanna do is joke around

I'm bout my bread

Mama said keep several hats up on my head

That's what i did

At 15 i was scannin niggas out

Around at kings

Half the niggas that i worked wit were some fiends

Wasn't meant for me

So i had to drop that lil check

Money hungry

I was starving for them greens up in my vest

Started trappin

Money flow was comin in

No doubt about it

Changed my style

Never switched up and I put that on my mama

Niggas talkin greasy

Ion pay you fuck niggas attention

Try to run down

On the back of a carton you gon be missin

Always eatin

I ain't never have a silver spoon to eat wit

Few years back

Had no chedda

Had to run it up and grip it

Mental changed

But been the same real nigga from day 1

Nowadays i be spendin all this chedda just for fun

Me and my niggas

We just tryna be some rich folks

Bread was on my mind

Sittin in the crib and i was broke

Found ways to make money

Always was the greedy type of nigga

And i love to eat

So i had to run me up some figures

Had no guidance

Had to learn how to stand on my 2 feet

Had no father

Never had a real man there that could teach

Never took a handout

Searched this world til i found me

When i found myself

I realized what i was destined to be

That's the money way

I'm just tryna stack me up some K's

Won't work 9 to 5

Friday niggas barely gettin paid

You tokin on weak

I could always hear what you sayin

I'm smoking that gas

Rollin up thonkies

What you sayin

I stay in the cut

But never posted up on the block

Where i live

You ain't worried bout getting yo ass popped

Where i'm from

If you off ya block ya body gettin dropped

Or they run down

Strip you naked

All you left wit is some socks

Called bricks for a reason

Ont be mad when i take ya bitch

Humble nigga

If you cross that line

Ya dome is gettin split

Went from wearin nikes

Now a 23 on all my kicks

Went from bein broke

Now my bread be weighin down my pants

When i turned 16

I picked me up some paper and a pen

It was off and on

Now i'm dedicated to this shit

My pain in my music

Ion wanna sit and talk about it

If you ain't talkin about

Then ma niggas disregard it

In the german whip

Hit the gas

My audi do the dash

When niggas be sleepin

I be up countin up the cash

Know a lot of niggas

That be still livin in the past

Them pussy boy heads

Gettin filled up with hella gas

Ya bitch love it

When i dog it with my thumb up in her ass

Ya main bitch

Said ya stroke game was a F

I gotta pass

Any nigga touch family

Yo ass is gettin fuckin blast

24 on the court

Shake n bake

Im always in my bag

Nigga