Bricks to Murals Big Ghost LTD & Conway the Machine

Part I: Bricks

[Chorus]
You say you got a gun, you need to go for that shit (You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for shit (Yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that bitch (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for shit, nigga (I ain't goin' for it)
Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick
We eatin', nigga, you know what it is, pussy
Yeah, I know I fucked her last night, but in public, I don't know that bitch (Hah)
I don't know that bitch, nigga (I don't know you, ma)

[Verse 1]
Niggas ain't set the street on fire like I did (Uh uh)
The way I'm rhymin' remind 'em of Ready to Die, Big (Cap)
Pop a nigga, put that on my kids
Sometimes when you kill a nigga you love, you stand over him, close his eyelids (Close his eyes)
I only rap what I lived, don't fuck with me
You'd rather commit suicide and dive off a high bridge (Hah, ah, ah)
Eatin' raw oysters and fried squid (Uh huh)
Even in Canada, I became a champion like Kawhi did (Hah)
These the streets, you either gon' get a bullet scar
Or twenty years in the prison yard on the pull up bar (Talk to 'em)
Look, you know it's a foreign when I pull a car
Like JAY-Z, I'm good on any Malcolm X Boulevard (I'm good everywhere, nigga)
Yeah, I was in the trenches, we was pushin' hard
Then I got in this rap shit and I took it far (I took it far, nigga)
Every tape a classic and full of bars (Hah)
Scope on the stick, call me Brett Favre, I can throw a bullet far (Brr)
GxFR on the plates when I'm pullin' off (Uh huh)
Shady, Roc Nation, they wanna know how I pull it off (How I did that?)
They tried to ride the wave, now I'm watchin' them pussy niggas starve (Hahahaha)
You need a hundred K just to book the squad
White Maybach, peanut butter seats, I'm breezin' by in (Vroom)
No security, just a shooter, that love to squeeze his iron (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Talk that gangster shit in your raps, people ain't even buy it (Cap)
Pussy, you stay away from beef, you on a vegan diet, ah (Hahahaha)