HEBRU BRANTLEY

[Intro: detahjae]
(Fire)
Uh, and I’ma tell you what it is (I need that bass, though)
And I’m chilling with the ViP
Uh, and I’ma tell you
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: detahjae]
I’ma tell you what it is
My lyrics punches like an iron fist
Don’t give a fuck how many diamonds on your wrist
Y’all waited so long for a real nigga
It's been a while
Niggas say I’m trash, but they favourite rapper’s a pedophile
Nigga come at me
I know what it is and what it isn’t
Nigga you can’t hang with independents
Test me, you’ll get hanged
You a pendant
And do it with love like a couple’s picture in a pendant (Goddamn)
These niggas don’t understand me
Said I copy as they jerk to Ice Spice and listen to Stunna Sandy
These niggas don’t understand me
I’m looking like a painting from Hebru Brantley
Sketched Borea and sold out the pieces
And ride around town on sight like Yeezus
Niggas wanna be this
Questioning a God
Never questioning that I believe in detahjesus

[Refrain: detahjae]
Detahjesus
Believe in detahjesus

[Verse 2: Oipou & detahjae]
(Flare)
You better hit my number, loaded dice
Moving with a glowing light
Vocalizing scriptures from the powers in the poems I write
Coming for your head like a barber cut the shoulder height
He only pushing P, make your favourite rapper a poltergeist
Rappers got me slapping knees
Been the goat, I have to be
Only seeing sheep
Got me counting them like I’m half asleep
I ain’t even hearing y’all, don’t make me ask for caption please
This flow gon’ make you sub like my lyrics were wrote in Japanese
(Hebru Brantley)
And I’m feeling more like Di’Caprio
‘Cause I don’t miss my shots hit a needle eye with a catapult
You can’t even have it though
Sorry, I’m feeling radical
‘Cause I’ll be in the background
All black, feeling tactical
I’ve been moving past that
Chasing cheese, I’m a lab rat
‘Cause I done fumbled money like more times than a math class
Cut ‘em down to fraction but maybe forgot to mention
That you did the first half by simply seeing the vision

[Chorus: detahjae]
Uh
And it ain’t that last time that I lost it, nigga
And it ain’t that last time that I lost it, nigga
I’m fucking crazy, bitch
Tell your momma
And it ain’t the last fucking time

[Outro]
(Don’t do this)
Memory gun shot
All for nothing
All ‘cause assumptions, for you I can’t love with
(Flare, don’t)
Memory gun
Memory gun
(Don’t shoot)
For you, you, you, you, you
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