Bodybuilder

By D.Charles

Released on March 24, 2015

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[intro]

Yeah DMG, 9mil ENT

Yeah, shoutout boyscout

This for my niggas man

Yah, yah


[verse 1]

Weight on my chesr

Gotta bench press

And fuck who ain't

Tryna spot me

Cause all they wanna do

Is just put me in a fax scan

And them niggas go copy

I can see how they watch me

I can see how they doubt me

And ain't nobody fucking wit my cliqe

But ain't nobody rockin wit yo possey

Real nigga that's likely, fake nigga unlikely

Man i'm old school like the isley's

And I don't care if you really don't like me

Cause my city got my back

Yeah my city on my back

My city on my back, i'm on my bodybuilder shit

No i'm not a waiter, no i'm not a waiter

But you can catch these hollow tips

Yeah I do this shit, I swear I do it for my fam

That, Toi, T-wing, Freddy G$, and can't forget

My little nigga Szebo

See all them niggas they my kin folk, and I be spitting like i'm mental

Sweet tooth I need a dental

I got bars like a gym do, I got bars and I think you lost signal

Can you hear me now?

Man I don't give a fuck, cause i'm stuck still lost, in these tunes

I'm heading to the top, you better make some room, i'm heading to the top so

You niggas better move, get up out my way, get out my face

And I don't really care what you niggas gotta say, cause I come from the streets

Where they bang with the heat for the beef, better hope they don't cook out today

Hol'up


[hook]

Weight on my shoulder

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my city

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my chest

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta benchpress

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my niggas

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight for my fam

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my back

(bodybuilder shit)

Goota lift it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta pick it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta lift it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta pick it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my shoulders, weight on my city, weight on my chest, gotta bench press


[verse 2 Six]

Weight on my back

Weight on my neck

Weight on my arms

Weight on my chest, wait a mufucka tryna go against

The best so I hit him with my right, knock the nigga to his left

9 militant, it's so militant, that the military couldn't prep

Cause my regiment is so tight knit, wit light shit for rep

If it's smoke cloud in the air

Then it's kush on my breath

Yeah I survived another year, we gon celibrate to these steps

Weight on my family, and my team waiting on me

So it ain't no guess that if need be

I get greasy, to feed we with no hesi (hesitation)

Yeah they call me six shoota

I've been going hard, for that mula

You still love, playing that bull pin

I won't go in, I go through ya

My mom straight, my dad cool

Cause I bodybuild lex luger

If they ever fell today i'll go right

Back and grab that ruler, i'm riding

Dow 95 windows on tint, of course i'm fly

Heading down Bmore

For stockos, with ocho and the guys

When we step in the spot, you see the crowd control

They eyes, yeah I been black, but however

Ugly rats got em hypnotized


[hook]

Weight on my shoulder

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my city

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my chest

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta benchpress

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my niggas

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight for my fam

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my back

(bodybuilder shit)

Goota lift it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta pick it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta lift it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Gotta pick it up

(bodybuilder shit)

Weight on my shoulders, weight on my city, weight on my chest, gotta bench press