[Intro]

Bruiser Brigade

Independent labels who grindin' hard to get to the top

Instead of people who just walk in and they just give you a gimmick and this who you are

You know what I'm saying, that's Hollywood, man (Bru, right)

You can't, you can't go out like that (I feel you there)

That's why I ain't got a deal now, I ain't going out, I ain't going Hollywood, man (For real, huh)

Keeping it straight, Detroit, man

Yeah

Better, nigga

[Verse]

AR with that shell catcher, I don't leave nothin'

Me and the gang looking like we big-game huntin'

It's a lot of fat niggas, I'm the best looking

In the booth, soundin' like I got meth cooking

You looking for a real nigga? You done found one

Raised around a whole lotta shooters like 'Bron son

I ain't even gotta cook 'em, they beyond done

The sad part is that we all one

The phone smart and yet we all dumb

Fuck that shit, fuck that shit, dog

Word to my nigga First

I think a proof in every verse that I spit

I wrote this with an iron fist, you still exist?

I bust a right on Santa Barbara and reminisce

My nigga turned me to a barber, I'm on they wig

He say "you wanna see the [?], here it is"

Right around the corner from the crib

They made movies off the shit we did

Imagine having Dilla in this bitch

Imagine everybody bearing gifts

Imagine being in the state of bliss

And in the family a tornado hit

And get the clearest shit

That leave you standing in the rubble and yo' heart no longer hearing shit

And now you do it for the struggle 'cause you know you gotta hustle

But you bitter so yo' ear ain't really hearing shit

So nigga miss me with that rap shit, I'm out of touch

And I no longer give a fuck, them niggas suck

Fuck yo' designer shit, nigga

I'm happy to be back on my Shrine of the Black Madonna shit

[Outro]

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