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letra de sage - brother beair

got the juice with the lady’s from the way that i poptops
get loose with zeus ask hades i go non-stop
ask eighties babies, who’s the real monster? me

i’m eatin’ robot rappers sweepin’ out the chopshop
wanna be in santorini, sip martini, so my future lookin’ sunny
with my honey on my left, and my right a stack of money
will provide for my pride, give my homies playboy bunnies
and i will not stop, till i’m sittin’ comfy
rappin’ ahead like a turban
diamond grave when i die like i am joergen
cuttin’ my patience like i’m a surgeon
do not know nothing, but this i am certain
i’m in a suburban, sippin’ on the bourbon
you cannot determine my fire that is burnin’
just to p-ss the time, i make these b-st-rds find
if they p-ss the mic, i am a mastermind
they can’t deny, that i’m divine with every p-ssin’ line
i’m hittin’ em with words even i can’t define

i do not smoke the reefer, but my mind is on sativa, i
only smoke the sage like i’m carolina gasolina
me and my hyenas sip tequila till we fill arenas
little boy gon’ be the bomb like hiroshima
urchin’ cody maverick
it’s a dirty habit
sorry to hear that your girl left you, that is tragic
spittin’ la flame coz i am a dragon
put a firewall around my kingdom, you can’t hack it
hair on my head is lookin’ bare, you should crown it
coz i’m rulin’ over kids that’s tryna spit profound sh-t
only time you woke, only time you down to earth
is when your parents found you smokin’ weed and now you grounded

collapse the ceiling on the game, watch these fake rappers scramble
fake stories, fake accents, that’s a whacker handle
can see through the bullsh-t, bars are on randle
you talk mad sh-t
here’s a listerine and scented candle
watch you spittin’ slugs, like you ronald weasley
i never mhysa, my girl is khaleesi
you tryin’ too hard to be me
brother beair motherf-cker, i’m a different species
still drive around in my mumma’s mazda
spend all the money that i capture
sick of being broke, so it’s time to start another chapter
rupture your spinal structure
cl-ster caused by a youngster
mind buster, busta rhyme
i got the hunger
mergin’, convertin’ into a new person
i’mma reach for my goals, i will get the conversion
score that i’m makin’
world for the takin’
goin’ ham for the bacon
game was asleep but now they wakin’

- brother beair

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