Frank Leone - Night Brigade lyrics

rate me

Man, y’all a bunch of dogs noggin on a wishbone

I’m at the flip phone, rip a bit of piff bloom

Listen, I’mma switch tones and talk malicious

Fuck the ops, we got malicious

Man, y’all shit fictitious, I’ll shove it up your ass

With my foot through the dishes

In the …chilling with your misses

You missed this and that, batter on the wishlist

The script flipped with the digits

Roll a little loud to powered life with ambitions

A young DJ Booth-ian, the truth, bullying

Cooling, ruling the world where lit up around the hooligans

You got the racks and chains and the disc out

Women and women and women and women, I pray it’s not

Divide democracy to spot the hypocrisy

Intellectual property ain’t the point of concern

Sermon affirm and believers leaving the weak and the weeping

A week later turning back upon the popular word

Now my pop ain’t never said a word to me

And the fucking cops locked up and took from me

Now it’s all good, did it to himself, probably could’ve asked for help

I never want the wealth but I just made 2K in like 2 days

And that dark shit spark quick, parked it at the top…cigar stench

You senseless since the Benz in attendance

Tended intense…stop it, I’m cutting you dicks off..

But it’s obvious, we hit rock bottom, bottle confidence

Threw it at the trap door, shot stuck and lock it

…and something they don’t understand and then have it tested

Nobody at the desk is infested and excellence expecting

The world to start their movement and prove nothing but pestilence

Kick rocks in peaceful puddles and hoping they make a sound

Don’t break down, I await the crown