Charli Brown Beatz - Quantum Leap prt. 2 lyrics

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Charli Brown Beatz - Quantum Leap prt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Bravioso] Uh huh V3 n***a Oso Yeah UGH [Verse: Bravioso] Its the dawn of a new day Should've listened to moms About the devil Bobby Bushe Now demons at your door With the four-four tucked Semi Automatic Ooze's When martial Law get pa**ed Well hell in cla** Its same as dooms day So I say f** a vote Thats why I don't vote, Oh we free Try to cope when american dreams Of every minorities Leads to false hope Through the eyes of my people These visions is bomber, Strapped in armor Fathom a father, Broader than alma telescopes Get denied for credit because these presidents Is jokes, I just speak the truth And give you real without with the quotes Gott'em like oh no, Oso gotta have it Life through these bifocals lavish I eat these beats and serve rookie rappers Like Ceasre salad Tryna manage this life demandin' my rights Bring on the challenge Put money over hoes, p**y and money Defeatin' the balance Introduced to weed, Serving fiends Late night Jimmy Falon Swear I p**y squirting like a christian fountain No offense to yo religion Im just factin' about it Been Bout it, Bout it Speak up on it wodie Been a G since birth but wise like Im forty At the age of nine I was smokin' weed and drinking forty's On the stoop as shorty Rollin dice with homies Eyes pilt, Fist balled, mean muggin' the police Ones mouth Read out f** you n******gs, Die slowly So guaranteed in the back of they mind They wished I didn't exist But Remember I am only nine and already on they list Well why is that 'Cause you only tote crack Maybe 'cause you black and you ain't sh** You proving me right Living the life, to give one time, a solid check But really I'm only a thought or your Conciseness speakin' out of respect f**in' nonsense Nonsense, Really though Give'em a day, Heres my J's See if you can fit'em bro Ey Oh, Don't forget this miracle As Gods my witness, All I know My life ain't no roller coast Life blows huh Well thats a dirty hoe huh It has its ups and downs But hope its better when she gone Undermine the prophet once and you seen what it did before If it was bout profit guess I would've chose a different road So f** a hit, 'cause when I hit Be like a wave dope I got'em pissed because Im screamin' f** the radio b**h Im the sh**, n***a fresh up out the toilet bowl Mouth full of clips, So you clits, Get a drum roll Light skin and poppin', Pot full of crisco Broke rapper sh**, Probably in a rental Used to have it bad, Moms had a Pento So I try to look for light in everything I been through The kinda bright light you can't peep through the rearview The kinda unsigned hype, You f** n***as skip through I don't mind minimum wage or gettin' paid for point of views I ain't sayin' Im the best but bet you think Im kind of cool Your homie rappers too, Its cool they don't believe you They probably thirty, No worries, Livin' in moms house Get burried like the witness and the jury trial Boy I bet that ya-ya show'em why my name was in they mouth While Im smokin' a ounce and sellin' vocals by the pound Im serving verses, worth a half a quarter ki As the world admires me, they dying to see my dynisty Demolished, Honestly, Im honored to smack'em with this irony Verbally vibrent, violent, smokin' violet packed in that swisher piece As I'm observin' Its hurtin' to see my people dying Lying in these streets, Lookin' to heaven for some peace Trust in me, when I tell you, Bear down, Close your eyes and breath Oso give'em power dreams, Full of cosmic energy Im in another zone, my tunnel vision orbiting Never lead'em wrong, Give it to'em like they ordered me f** that, I give it to'em like they cornered me I ain't stoppin', Choppa pop'em, Executing orally But how long will they mourn me Now tell Shakespeare thats the question Forty seven my people equal recession Fifty three percent of the people believe in two sections Rich, Poor, No middle cla** invested You think you can clean up the pieces in one term The kind of piece a**hole leaders sh** on and burn Imagine in light of pressure, Warriors never turned Now look to sky and ride for better or for worse Worse Pound sign let the barrel flirt Pound sign let the barrel flirt West, West n***a My n***a

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