Schoolboy Q - BrainStorm (L.A. Leakers Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro: SchoolBoy Q] Yo SourMilk, what up brah Justin Credible, I hear you on the radio every night brah This one for L.A. Leakers, turn me up sh**, n***a don't be always, rapping on n***a's sh** This sh** too groovy though, n***a had to get some Smoking these Backwoods, n***a Touch the sky on the real n***a Fig Side, Fig Side Fig Side [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] n***as out here chasing these hoes My motivation, only switching up flows, n***a And getting this dough Studio with just me an my weed Cause y'all tee'd Fronting and brown nosing while asking questions Trynna figure what I'm doing next Can't you see I'm working Mom's sick and says she needs a surgeon Clothes dirty, and she need detergent How the f** that suppose to make me feel? sh** is real, I just seen Kendrick make a mil Without a deal, just hard work and dedication Ambition, and motherf**er I can't be waiting You know what I'm saying, too many options on this land But y'all don't hear me though Went from "Gimme" to more than twenty racks a month I ain't rich, but I can stunt Never wear it more than once Smoking blunt after blunt Eating lunch after brunch Joy getting bigger now, and yeah that's my n***a Even though sometimes, got to beat her a** But she knows daddy's soft, spite she's screaming "fu*k CRASH" Ridding with my baby and we screaming "fu*k THAT" My daughter want more, so she be getting 3 a show So this other bread can blow What you saving for? You know? (And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go) Just because there's more to it than music, you understand? n***as gotta have the whole package nowadays Get a whip, get a chain Less rapping nowadays Where you from? You don't bang n***as actin' nowadays All trappin' nowadays Fake Luger beat, BMF'ing nowadays Man, you n***as are crazy Dropped a record, got some bread, and went lazy All the hoes say we wavy like the navy Young dope n***as crackin' like the eighties Fig Side, s**a n***as can't fade me Want the broccoli and the cheese, sh** is gravy Bucket hat made her wanna have my baby Thoroughly popping from here to overseas Fan feel us more cause they know we're f**ing G's On the radio, but are you buzzing? n***a please Just kilt a show in Miami, let's feel the breeze Follow me, I'll show you how we feast Hit the lab and never leave for weeks, you weak Must got your rhyme book at the lost and found, a clown Hottest out Me, Rocky, Danny Brown The crown Move over because you're finished TDE push the limit, we locking it for a minute Car service take me where ever She bobbin' because it's tinted Freak-a-leak, do it ‘til I skeet Hit her with my signature at Meet and Greet f**ing all from being me, it's nothing though You use to floss your bread, acting like you up, but now you broke It's nothing though sh** ain't up to par, now you wishing for a star Hoping gotta go too far, cause he ain't answering your goddamn calls Blame the jealousy come out your jaws Your whole project was a goddamn flaw Your album sales proves you're not that hard You getting crucified on these damn blogs Cause you don't got bars, and you don't got heart And you got no sk** More on top is trash hooks, man you get that deal I can smell your a** from here bruh, you not that ill Getting stealed, they say you only talk about pills Weed, money, b**hes, hoes, s*uts, hookers and bu*ts But what about that kid on the bus When I met him, he didn't have much Told me his life was on stuck, couldn't get over that hump Until my record dropped and it bumped Told me Blessed was his favorite one, followed by that I'm the one So I dapped him and gave my n***a a hug He teary-eyed, saying there sh** he had to overcome I wish I still remember homie's name I wanna know if he knew he was giving game Go harder in this game [Outro] Yo, shout out to my n***a that was in New York, that I'm talking about I really ain't got no bars, I be tellin' n***as that Like, he really wasn't on the bus, that n***a was at the show I just said bus ‘cause I needed to rhyme and sh** Told you I ain't got no bars But yo, shout out to my n***a though Real game, n***a We gonna get this sh** Fig Side, Fig Side (3x) Soulo next, n***a sh** ain't done homie Fig Side