[Verse 1]

B Town, Flower City baby I'm a citizen

They tryna divide but we're busy counting dividends

Used to miss the bus now I'm building up a business

Want me to fail I'm addicted to the thrill of it

They hate my people my skin yeah we get it

They got a lot to say but I stay unaffected

Ain't worried 'bout them focused on me

Tryna turn this 2010 to a new Ferrari

Red one blue one

Next one new one

Stuck in a loop

Curse of the human

How's the biggest stud also the smartеst student?

Rock a lotta Nike 'cause I rеally just do it

Back to the bigger picture

It's all partisan problem political killers

Debt dealers

Jets villas

Stress fillers

But damn can I really blame you?

Deep down don't I want the same too?

Stuck around sitting like a lame goose

I gotta change me before I can change you

I gotta break chains and really make moves

So I put some liqs in my dixie

Listening to 50

Switch lanes drifting

Bullsh- miss me

I feel alive so BG

My visions thirty three D

My kicks on squeegee

Had to bloom out the dirt under pressure

Rose from the soil to spoils and records

My city overlooked well really it's whatever

Bet against us but we're only getting better

[Pre-Chorus]

Enter the Bs

Got a lot of G's, that burn a lot of g's

Got a lot of whips, you know I got the keys

Roll up with that flower in my city

[Chorus]

B-R-A-M-P-T-O-N

Burning loud, smells real potent

We can't drown, yeah made it cross the ocean

They hate on us while we got real motion

[Verse 2]

Grew up off Lawson

Never liked the law son

Everyone chase green

We just stay mossing

I was at the bottom

Feeding off the hand me downs

Now all my boxers imported

Like Pacquaio

Grew up round Asians, Jamaicans, Grenadians

Sat Sri Akal, wagwan, what you saying?

With my white boys sipping Molson Canadians

I'm good in any league that I play in

Brother

Spit game to these dames like butter

Online lotta bull real life not an utter

I would diss you but got respect for your mother

So I keep it calm watch you fall into the gutter

Gutted for my brothers tryna hustle make moves

Every day is sunny if we're fried eating food

Every day is cozy with cha-ching coming through

So go make the money the money don't make you

[Pre-Chorus]

Enter the Bs

Got a lot of G's, that burn a lot of g's

Got a lot of whips, you know I got the keys

Roll up with that flower in my city

[Chorus]

B-R-A-M-P-T-O-N

Burning loud, so it smells real potent

We can't drown, made it across the ocean

Hate on us while we got real motion

B-R-A-M-P-T-O-N

Burning loud, so it smells real potent

We can't drown, made it cross the ocean

Hate on us while we got real motion