Night and Day Bradley
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[Intro]
Yo thanks for the beat Fel
95's on the rise
CT on the rise
Get at us
[Verse 1: Bradley]
Look and listen I've grown
I'm kickin' it in my zone
The couch by the cyclone, and spittin' to the iPhone
Felly on the beat, I feel the sample run in my bones
I gotta clean the screen because I'm spittin' out my piehole
I can't feel my eyeballs, try walkin', I fall
Laughin off my ass watchin' Cancun, with Kyle
I smoke so much weed I feel like I just ran a mile
My rhymes are fuckin' sick, wait, my rhymes are fuckin' vile
Stumble on some nuggets and ya better bet I burn em'
Smokin' doobie after doobie got it kickin' at my sternum
Ayers on my table and I'm bout to fuckin' turn em'
And you all ain't knowin Roy but man I sure as hell discerned em'
I dont have the benevolence that's relevant to betterments
I'm charged with the embezzlement that's of my self-intelligence
I'm butta on the beat it's like the bars are on a regiment
Now get up out the car cause I ain't feelin' too affectionate
Grindin' on my rhymes I'll take ya places that ya never been
Ya jaw just hit the carpet and I'm writin' for the hell of it
My voice'll throw ya off, but the vibes are the mellowest
I know i spit it sick because ya fever's lookin' yellowish
Rastafari shottas, I'm hoppin down to YaYas
Pastin' up a face and so I'm watchin for impalas
Watchin' on my back cause I ain't tryna rock a collar
And when the deed is done I throw a grin and tell em holla, holla
Yo thanks for the beat Fel
95's on the rise
CT on the rise
Get at us
[Verse 1: Bradley]
Look and listen I've grown
I'm kickin' it in my zone
The couch by the cyclone, and spittin' to the iPhone
Felly on the beat, I feel the sample run in my bones
I gotta clean the screen because I'm spittin' out my piehole
I can't feel my eyeballs, try walkin', I fall
Laughin off my ass watchin' Cancun, with Kyle
I smoke so much weed I feel like I just ran a mile
My rhymes are fuckin' sick, wait, my rhymes are fuckin' vile
Stumble on some nuggets and ya better bet I burn em'
Smokin' doobie after doobie got it kickin' at my sternum
Ayers on my table and I'm bout to fuckin' turn em'
And you all ain't knowin Roy but man I sure as hell discerned em'
I dont have the benevolence that's relevant to betterments
I'm charged with the embezzlement that's of my self-intelligence
I'm butta on the beat it's like the bars are on a regiment
Now get up out the car cause I ain't feelin' too affectionate
Grindin' on my rhymes I'll take ya places that ya never been
Ya jaw just hit the carpet and I'm writin' for the hell of it
My voice'll throw ya off, but the vibes are the mellowest
I know i spit it sick because ya fever's lookin' yellowish
Rastafari shottas, I'm hoppin down to YaYas
Pastin' up a face and so I'm watchin for impalas
Watchin' on my back cause I ain't tryna rock a collar
And when the deed is done I throw a grin and tell em holla, holla
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