Tom Brady Rings

(Verse 1)

Four thousand for the album, pull that shit from my savings
If this rap shit don’t work, then it’s back to Edith’s basement
Still tryna make it happen, Steady crafting on my cadence
Scriptures written from the palm, like the Qu’ran every verse sacred

(Hook)

Escobar with the fade
Nipsey Hussle with the braids
Tom Brady with the rings
Belichick with the plays
All this work I need a raise
All this work I need a break
If a nigga outta line, then I turn Rick James

(Verse 2)

Lighting up the best kush, plug copped 9 bags
Step out I get looks, shorties jacking my swag
Pick a bеat and get cooked, keep it low and don’t brag
Take a loss I’m not shook, causе you know I bounce back

Niggas is ass, niggas is trash, niggas belong in the gutter
I’m popping my shit, not talking bout drip, my lyrics is smoother than butter
I gave her some dick, she called me a prick, I think that she want me to cuff her
But shorty a dime, I treated her good, I get why she want me to love her

Steve Harvey with the suits, Black Thought with the Roots
Four thousand for the album, but the shit get recouped
Got the pudding and the proof, you like Jussie with the noose
I feel like Bishop with the juice, we can’t call this shit a truce

I’m breaking it down, putting em on, niggas is knowing the deal
Ya shorty with me, we catching a V, I’m playing her “How Does It Feel”
These niggas could bark, these Niggas could bite but they never stopping the real
They niggas is shiesty but we want it back so yo know that I’m plotting a steal

Hit a lick and make a mill, never see my ass again
This shit is really in my veins, niggas just ride trends
Spent 300 on some plants, and they growing to the fullest
You see I’m really Zen’d out, but my right hand man’ll pull it

(Hook)

Escobar with the fade
Nipsey Hussle with the braids
Tom Brady with the rings
Belichick with the plays
All this work I need a raise
All this work I need a break
If a nigga outta line, then I turn Rick James