Brian Fresco - Fireworks lyrics

rate me

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.