BrvndonP & Phonzy
BrvndonP
BrvndonP
BrvndonP
BrvndonP
BrvndonP & Eris Ford & Derek Minor
BrvndonP
BrvndonP & SincerelyyLaura
BrvndonP & Mission
BrvndonP
BrvndonP & Zay
BrvndonP
BrvndonP & RPSMG
BrvndonP & Parris Chariz & Joey Vantes
BrvndonP & Voiice
BrvndonP & Todd Galberth & Chazz
[Intro: K. Agee, BrvndonP]
Yeah, yeah
It's a lot
Whoa
It's-it's-it's the Black Knight (whoa, whoa, whoa)
[Chorus: K. Agee, BrvndonP, Both]
All this sauce on me (OK)
It's a lot, aye (oh, it's a)
Try and hold us down (fasho')
You should stop, yeah, aye (you should stop)
I told 'em less is more (more)
We a lot, aye (we a lot)
And that grace is so sufficient (skrt, skrt)
It's a lot, aye (skrt, skrt, yeah, yeah)
All this sauce on me (OK)
Oh, it's a lot, aye (it's a lot)
Try and hold us down (no, no)
Aye, you should stop, yeah, yeah
I told 'em less is more (OK)
We a lot (we a lot)
And that grace is so sufficient
Yeah, it's a lot (yeah, it's a lot)
[Verse 1: BrvndonP]
Aye, oh, they think I should quit music
I don't pay them no mind (no mind)
Want a feature on my track?
Oh, well, I guess that be like (what you doin'?)
That you see me all on Indy
I'm gassed up on Chevron (vroom)
Change the game when I first started
Now I'm who they sound like
I'm the product of my city (whoa)
Doin' 80 on the 50 (whoa)
RPSMG, they with me (yeah)
I done made it out already (yeah)
Got the light, let it show (show)
Plant the seed, watch it grow (grow)
In the game, I assist (skrt, skrt)
Reggie Miller with the wrist (uh)
I know
What you want (what you want), yeah
You see
Don't you trip, trip, trip, trip
[Chorus: K. Agee, BrvndonP, Both, Mission]
All this sauce on me (OK)
It's a lot, aye (oh, it's a)
Try and hold us down (fasho')
You should stop, yeah, aye (you should stop)
I told 'em less is more (more)
We a lot, aye (we a lot)
And that grace is so sufficient (skrt, skrt)
It's a lot, aye (skrt, skrt, yeah, yeah)
All this sauce on me (OK)
Oh, it's a lot, aye (it's a lot)
Try and hold us down (no, no)
Aye, you should stop, yeah, yeah
I told 'em less is more (OK)
We a lot (we a lot)
And that grace is so sufficient (All of You None of Me, uh)
Yeah, it's a lot (yeah, it's a lot)
[Verse 2: Mission]
Yeah, that grace is so sufficient (yeah)
Go Go Gadget, I go fishin' (fishin')
Squad or not, don't make no difference (no difference)
Get in my space, you ain't got no vision (yeah)
There go wifey, blow her kisses (mmmuh)
Sharpen, I'm the only friction (yeah)
Ain't no lookin' at my past
I was cool with burnin' those bridges
All this sauce and it's drippin'
Off the team, yeah
They don't get it
Then just tell 'em what you mean, yeah, uh
Go, go, slow it, no
I just trust the Lord, bro
Got it to the floor, I'm gassin', huh
God too big, He massive, huh
Errday, Mission
[Chorus: K. Agee]
All this sauce on me (whoa)
It's a lot
Try and hold us down (yeah)
You should stop (you should, you should, you should)
Told 'em less is more
We a lot (we a lot)
And that grace is so sufficient
It's a lot (it's a lot, aye, aye, aye)
All this sauce on me
It's a lot (it's a lot)
Try and hold us down
Aye, you should stop (you should stop)
Told 'em less is more (less is more)
We a lot (we a lot)
And that grace is so sufficient
It's a lot
[Verse 3: K. Agee, BrvndonP]
Man, I'm 'bout to start a function (aye)
Take a seat, lil homie, grab yo' fork
'Cause it's a luncheon
I'm not gon' say nothin'
Holy Ghost gave me a unction (skrt)
You know when that Word hit you
Feel just like a front kick
Back against the wall
How you resort to the punchin', all I see is wins
All I see is wins (all I see)
Since the follow trends
This that true religion (God)
They don't really rock
Man, just keep yo' distance (keep yo' distance)
They don't really rock
Just handle yo' business (yeah, yeah)
Stackin' all these praises to the heavens
Like some Legos, huh
Why y'all lookin' tight up over there
Just like some leggings, huh?
Like we don't belong here
You trippin', we some regulars
Mission called a meeting
Said we gotta turn that pressure up
Way up
From a ways down
BrvndonP, man
You know you got a banger
We gon' kick back
Watch the comments, call it fan mail
Hear you screamin' from the bleachers
God blessed, what's next? Ooh
It's a mess, uh
Know it ain't a pro'lem
'Cause I know who got the test, uh
When they hear the song
I just pray they get the message
Better Late Than Never
They was sleepin', now they stretchin'
I just can't believe we got this talent
We made hits, but they don't hear it
Yeah, they do
They politickin' for the business
Wouldn't hype over time
Now what you mean? I just don't get it
RPSMG forever
For the people, don't forget it, gone