[Verse]

(Bruiser Brigade!)

Mindstate like a stampede

Try to re-clone, try to revamp me

In the back of they mind, they wish they had me

The chrome close to his heart but he got mad reach

Set your homie on the lick, he got wet tea and wet feet

The clip came out a movie or a dream

Every time you see the sparks fly, it's not what it seems

Every time he part ties like he comin' out a funeral

Hе comin' out a shroom trip on the beach

So fresh and so clеan every time I hit the scene

Ain't nobody killin' me, my team never burgundy

[?] left to right, with elbow room, with the self-esteem

She came through [?] she might let me lean

My back just start achin' me and I'm 27

Conversations hold more weight than preachers and the reverends

It's like nostalgia

Like he talkin' 'bout the dead homie and he picked up and called ya

It's like the crane game, I wanna grab all ya

Got a seat at the table for you made of sawdust

When I saw we chopped it all up, we chopped it all up

Strapped like Gibraltar, proceed him as an artist

Unorthodox, we still don't know what to call it

Got the vaccine, still contagious when he talkin'