B.R.A Lost Control versuri

Versuri CyHi – B.R.A Lost Control lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Ay, bro
Can you let your people know you not fuckin’ with me?
‘Cause them thinking you is, is fucking with me
I could never fall off
Yeah, can you hear me?
Uh

[Verse 1]
I been hearing a lot of niggas claim the best rapper alive
Two things can be true, that’s a factual lie
I’m that actual guy, with a capital Y
Flow slicker than the nigga with the patch on his eye
You was scared of our good brother in that Grand National, why?
Shoulda knew you and that lil’ Honda was gonna have to collide
Let’s take this magical ride, back to the Chi
The FOI don’t know how many bows I actually tied
I felt like Farrakhan, Saran wrappin’ a pie
And my shit hit like crack when it’s dry
So high, you could hit it once and pass it to God
I give off that human trafficking vibe
‘Cause I had that boy and the girl in the back of a Dodge
I did what I had to survive
Can’t sit with my back to door, that’s my tactical side
The AK rushin like a halfback in the I
Armed with a shotgun, ‘cause your past’ll haunt ya
I should’ve stayed in school, but at this juncture
I got ten dollar bags, fat as Action Bronson
And I wanna rap, but I lack the sponsors
And half of you niggas never had the hunger
The past; the trauma, I’m in the trap passing Fanta
On the sun on Ashwagandha
I’m used to getting stabbed in the back, it feel like acupuncture
Ever been back to back to back with Hondas?
Two of them decoys, one of them packed with ganja
I came back just to crash the summer
I put more fire on wax than Kwanzaa
‘Cause whatever he brew can be used by the bartender
Mazeltov, shots through the glass of the car windshield
That might’ve went over your yarmulke
Cause Hannukah might be the only event my bars miss for
And these niggas I’m with are not restless
Trust me, they done shot at more legs than Brock Lesnar
Murder for hire done turned into crossdressers
And if they gotta bring ‘em alive it cost extra

[Interlude]
If they gotta bring ‘em alive it cost extra
That’s what I call a small gesture
That’s to all of you poindexters

[Verse 2]
Uh, the flow is chart topping, heart throbbin’, the dogs barkin’
Sparks popping 40 cacao like dark chocolate
Call God and he don’t answer, they call blocking
Outta options, draw a Glock then start swappin’
Gun powder, the gunfire, the harmonics
Of multiple shots going off it’s called violence
Bullets keep passing me by, I’m farsided
The cops watch as I’m stuck, lodged in a tree
And my truck lit up like the city they caught Pac in
Probably hoping to find some narcotics
I get emotional talking about it, I’m Carl Thomas
Okay, this might be off topic
But tell St. John that them raps just ain’t that jaw-dropping
You forgot I still owe you for False Prophets
I rap punches that’s hard as Bernard Hopkins
And ain’t no yes men over here my dawg, stop it
We like the band on the Titanic
We goin’ down with the ship before we go jumpin’ off it
So watch your mouth before you go overtalking
It’s cool ‘til you run into one of his underbosses
You got one book, and thought you could run to Boston
I had a trap, one in Charlotte and one in Charleston
Haha, have you ever read the book of Jeremiah?
‘Cause when homie dropped, y’all was looking terrified
No pun intended, I’ll tear your squad into pieces
Furniture moving like Jamiroquai’s
Open heart surgery, you getting sterilized
You was a spoiled kid, so I can’t spare the rod
And I done seen real killers get sat inside a wheelchair
All because they told a pair of lies
Ever used a fish scale to weigh a square cod?
In a day I sold ten bales, man I swear to God
My plug made us write to him on a piece of paper
‘Cause he afraid of niggas wearing wires
So many stories, mane I can’t retire
From moving China white out the Shangri-La
What I’m sayin’, I grew up around some dangerous guys
Famous for committing some heinous crimes
It can get dark quick, I’m on Daylight Savings Time
You ever got a toothbrush and had to shave it down?
The principal told my mama I should’ve stayed behind
Twenty years later, I got one of the greatest minds
I know it ain’t my business, but I made it mines
Ain’t no statute of limitations on my latest rhymes
And here’s my favorite line
If you heard that I’m a silver spoon nigga
Just know I got a nickel plated nine, fah

[Outro]
It’s just rap