Wallace - Brainless lyrics

[Ghetts] Tell his mom I'm sorry, but when it rains It's nothin' but upper body shots to his frame I'm [?], sonny done it for me, and got away No chase, with the belly, now I got a bigger stomach on me (No shame)I don't wanna lose pounds (No way)I don't wanna lose out (No pain, no gain)It's like being a black belt Obama being president don't mean it's a black world There ain't no brotherly love We ain't brothers We're just the same colour, you c*nt Speak my name and I'll dead that Lead catch your head back You've met your match and can bet that it's a rap I'm done summing you up I'm the reason your boy's baby mother threw up(eugh) Bally on my face Strally on the waist She was like "you best go, my baby daddy's on the way" And I was like (So?), I was hoping he was home What the f**'s your baby daddy gonna say? (Nothing) Dirty Harry, four-five Cali is a b**h I'm gonna leave his fanny on display I'll give it to him like charity's the case Tryna embarra** me's a mistake I'll put him in the air and let gravity invade [?] hit him more, when he hit the floor how can he escape? [Hook] My enemies talk behind my back but they don't say nothing when they see me I'll co*k the .45 back and let them pricks know I ain't easy (Wah gwan) I'm naughty like that, some say I'm extremely Dangerous, don't be courageous, you may just end up brainless [Wallace] I'm in a black hoodie with black bottoms and black gloves With some black crepes, and a black snub And you can catch slugs, in your chest or your face It all depends on the time and the place And I'ma keep gettin' money til I reside in the grave I'm the truth I only lied in the case But the judge still sent me inside of the cage Where I stabbed some hench-n***as in the side of their face It's '09, I ain't fighting with fists See my goons ain't shy with the knife or a stick On bikes or in whips, I ain't tryin' to slip I'm just tryna get rich by supplyin' the bricks But I still kick off doors and fly in the crib And I don't give a sh** if I frighten your kids Ninety a week, ninety a chick I'm a gangsta forever p**y notice the life that I live And the life that I'm livin is hard But I can't be broke, that's why I spent a couple years behind bars But when I get out, at 6:45 I will step out Gucci jumpsuit, Frank Muller on my left hand And you can try and eat me But let me warn you there's one in the head that I'm ready to just let out I don't mind bodying n***as but I just won the [?] I can [?] [Hook] [Fix Dot'm] Give me an "O", like I'm leading the cheer I'll break it down, send it to the trap, put some me in the air I'm hard, I'm crap Time to be a billionaire, come on The fact is Dot'm does rap sick Got a spiderweb track, come on, get wrapped quick I ain't violent, so I ain't worried about [?] But if you try, I'll pull something [?] it That's it turn your head back like a lighter with a [?] Burn your head black when I light it, matchstick Come one, I roll with a four, plus I stretch; I'm Mr. Fantastic I move through that the scene on a mad tip Brown to the green to the east I'm a aspen And I get the keys out my captain My food probably moving 'round your team like tactics It's just me being me, don't chat sh** War time homie, more crime for me How you real if you rolling with four or five phonies? Four-five pro me, beam on the rooftop, shoot, you'll be looking like a beamer with his roof job n***as dreaming while they walkin on the road Bro, you could be decent if you sorted out your flow Now, me? I mastered it I'm due to be blowin' up like I was suicidin' in Ghaza Strip [Hook]