Huey Briss In the Kitchen with No Jumper

[Intro]
Hahahahahaha
You laughing
It ain't a game though
You recording?
No Jumper Dot Com
Briss Don't Miss Dot Com
Shoutout to Adam for giving niggas from the hood a lil shot to say something out here, man
We just got a lil something to say
Yeah, yeah, we in the kitchen, man
No more of that bullshit neither, man
And if you in them comments talking shit, I'll find you, nigga
And that's on Crip, yeah
Yeah, shoutout to Adam in this motherfucker
They call me Briss Don't Miss
My brother C-Food in this bitch with me
I'm faded, fitted, hah

[Pre-Verse]
Bitch ass niggas
Don't rest, trust the process, man
All of my young niggas in Amsterdam and Iowa and shit
You niggas can get out
Save you $300 and catch a flight
Get your life right, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Yo, can't cage a hurricane, you can try though
I just wanna feed her brain, word to FlyLo
Built for survival, never believe in idols
C-Food told me kill em, so I'm loading up my rifle
You ain't a soldier, you just talking really
But we know you just a Walter Mitty
Fabricated war stories told across the city
Even got the bandana like he really Crippy
Bitch ass nigga
I'm just living my life, they wanna cause Hell
But if the wind is alright, then we can all sail
God blessing me, testing me at the same time
How I kill em and give em life in the same line
Lifeline, I took
What I heard from the grape vine and made wine
Shit takes time
And it's a virtue
Can't let they words hurt you
It's all verbal

[Break]
Keep it rolling, man, I got another one
What up Adam, letting a real nigga get his shit, real time
What up OG Koss in this motherfucker
Real LA niggas in the building
Briss don't miss, listen
Listen

[Verse 2]
My daddy used to catch fades while I watched from the steps
You can take away his life, but never tarnish his rep
Lotta niggas in my hood didn't have one
So it feels good when we laugh and smoke a fat one
Never bragged about his street cred or time in the pen
Never glorified that life, he just taught me to win
People say we look like twins
Even got the same name
Only difference is I never chose to gang bang
Switch lanes, still got the rag on the wheel
Fucking bitch made niggas get flagged with the steel
Silence is golden is what you once told em
But words about to make me go platinum for real
I'm ill
And I never had to fake the funk
Used to play Parliament every day when you waking up
They put my people in a box like the Brady Bunch
I could probably get you popped for like 80 bucks
Nigga, what