Brian Fresco
Текст песни Fireworks

Hold on nigga
When a nigga like me be rapping
I be fucking feeling like
This motherfucking world is mine or some shit
Like nigga, when I spit, it's like
60, 60 cats scratching the fuck out of shit
You know what I'm saying

My, my, they say how time flies
Paint kisses to black lips and eye sights to brown eyes
…to noodie jeans and eyes
Young brain with a fly mind
But then them thoughts make you decide
Shit get real, nigga stuck up in the field
Better rap good, nigga know you need that deal
Plus you ain't your nigga, just too ill
Oh yeah, don't forget about me, when you make that mill
We done smoked down a tree, I done blazed your tracks
Go back like 4 flaps on a Cadillac, that field
Wheels, oh yeah, you can't sell drugs forever
Too smart nigga, gotta do better
Drug game shit dry like desert
Fucking bands make em change that weather
Real soon you gonna learn that lesson
Dreams bout these placks and these metal gonna settle
But my pedal to the metal so you know I never settle

[Hook]
Know we on the money,
Smokeing good, eating good, with my homies
Our eyes open to them phoney bitches on me
Got some real bitches spreading, never leave me lonely
Cause I be jugging bitches, know that we be hustling
I get to cooking, niggas gonna be when the 40's come out

Same money nigga gonn make them bitches come out
I swear they love me cause they know I be holding it down

Aha, ok, now money be the motive
Most these rappers swagger stolen
Fin to bring my point forward like leman or the pistol smoking
Pistol toltin, leave your carcass in the coffin
For that money or the homies
I can … on my cojones
When a nigga should be should be portent
When a nigga should be floating
Gonna have a nigga stay focus, cause these bitches tryina get chosen
Got my head to the sky, got my feet on chop these rodent
On my opponent like locust, I'm on it
oh yeah, you can't sell drugs forever
Too smart nigga, gotta do better
That street shit dry like desert
Got a nigga like fuck this weather
Real soon you gonna learn that lesson
Dreams bout these placks and these metal gonna settle
But my pedal to the metal so you know I never settle

[Hook]
Know we on the money,
Smokeing good, eating good, with my homies
Our eyes open to them phoney bitches on me
Got some real bitches spreading, never leave me lonely
Cause I be jugging bitches, know that we be hustling
I get to cooking, niggas gonna be when the 40's come out
Same money nigga gonn make them bitches come out
I swear they love me cause they know I be holding it down.