Danny Brown - Sweeney Song lyrics

rate me

Check!

Yeah

[Verse 1:]

Nine out of ten of these rap niggas is Play-Doh

I say ‘go,’ nigga spray yo whip like Mayco

You got that yayo for the low

You’d swear that Kanye was here, the way they say ‘where the ‘ye go?’

My flow strong like it’s on that shit Canseco on

I don’t eat rappers, I box ‘em up like take home

Get straight dome, from a bi bitch

I don’t know her name, but told her girlfriend to switch

And the lyrics called Lazarus the labyrinth

Hazardous material that’s oh so immaculate

Accurate position when I spit this shit is calculus

Hard nigga, and that was bars nigga

I’m off them xannie footballs nigga

Swisher on buck, kush ups till I fall nigga

Too high to fuckin’ talk, that’s why I never call nigga

Your bitch keeps textin’ and she want it all, nigga

Yeah

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And I got two on a brew

Let’s go cup for cup ’til that motherfucker through

And I got five on the bag

Before you toss that square, can a nigga get a drag?

And I used to spend late nights starin’ at the ceilin’

Pitch black dark but I had that feelin’

Vision of killin’ niggas, being labelled a villain

Because these labels passed, Imma make these niggas pass

[Verse 2:]

Late nights searchin’ on websites for victims

Fuck doin’ features, you niggas competition

Got your assistant on a blunt run

Give her stomach blows ’til I puncture her lungs

And this some nigga shit I fuck with

In my spare time but they can’t fuck with me in my mind

Used to be humble, now I’m feelin’ cocky

Cuz all these bitches ride it like a fuckin’ Kawasaki

And these rap niggas see my face in their dreams

Their worst fuckin’ nightmare, wearin’ fuckin’ skinny jeans

Wakin’ cold sweat, my reflection in the mirror

Put a curse on the Freshman Ten, watch how it end

Dropped outta highschool at sixteen

Bout the same time as the Wu dropped ‘Ice Cream’

Arguin’ with fiends, starin’ at the screen

Watchin’ Rap City like ‘it was all a dream’

Spent my last three bucks on The Source magazine

Hip-hop shop where niggas was battling

But I was writin’ shit in my fuckin’ composition

Knowin’ one day I would have these critics trippin’

Sayin’ that niggas, ‘Imma be the future’

New type of rap, this ain’t what you’re used to

Push this shit fuckin’ forward

Focus on the music, so the people would support it

A load on my shoulder, feel the whole world

Me and my goal watch my plans unfurl

Check!

Yeah

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