sonar

[Intro]
Nigga if you ain't doing this shit for the hoes then fuck is you doing this for you soft ass nigga?
It's 2025
I don't give a fuck what you doing nigga
"Oh this...oh I'm tryna do better for myself..."
Nigga shut up nigga

[Verse: Kwame Adu]
Yeah
Just don’t fold on the stage little Brody
We are trying to get paid little Brody
That don’t mean you should change little Brody
I ain’t know she was trying to date
She want more and I didn’t relate
I feel guilty I know how it goes
Broke it off, but I did with Grace

I was high you could see on my face
Fell asleep didn’t finish Anora
Fell asleep in your tender embrace
I stay wearing that green like a soldier
Rest in peace to Jason Frank
Rest in peace to Sly my stoner
She was looking for me like sonar
Cause we go together like Voltron

OK, are you scared to die? How you gonna live?
If you made it then lay in the bed
We was naked and covered in sweat
You was there when I needed a friend
All my niggas are taking a bet

We was standing on business It’s something to witness we taking a swing like a Met
I was really in Brooklyn showing off or you would’ve thought I’m in the Met
You will never see me in a cell
You will never see me go to hell
I ain’t scared to ask for help
Cause they still want me at the helm
Yeah, they want me to steer the ship
I’m on go let’s sit down the sail
Okay

[Verse: Ocho Worldwide]
I got a problem with pacing myself im at the bank once again
I put a lap between me these niggas
I pass you I guess now you chasing again
Im never asking for chases again…hand to hand gone with the wind
Promise you these niggas isn’t Luke cage
Promise you I brought the e to the rave
Promises these nigga don’t drink Saratoga
And they isn’t as fast as they claim
Kept my hair braided and minded my business all 2k25

Now I’m the cover the game…bitch is you mad or you playing
Can’t see how I see ain’t shit to explain
I promise you either you abel or Cain
I was serving them speed we was calling it cane

Did a lot shit had no one to blame but me
And I’m taking that chip to the grave
Turbo a4 on the ca-2 when I speed
I still haven’t learned to behave
Get an encore every goddamn time that I speak
I never needed a stage
They say guts never needed that blade
Sentence ends when I bleed on the page
It’s the eighth I ain’t Henry today
Still be killing these bitches in private
Cost $600 to get an alignment
You can tell what these niggas is driving
You can tell when the flows are consignment

Just don’t fold in ya men lil Brody
I been practicing zen lil Brody