Justin Martin - Brain Food lyrics

rate me

This brain food, never really cared about a lame dude

Prolly never change I'll be the same dude,

In that chill mood, cause I’m way cool,

I’m on cloud 9 with them angels, shooting star with no spangled

Banner and I got panamera dreams with the phantom no H2's

Switching lanes and I’m wheel turning

Asthmatic but I’m still burning

Bless the youth cause they rolling up, and they pill popping, they stell popping

I’m growing up with that attitude, say wassup when I’m passing through

Faded but you dont know who to pass it to

Making up what you see other rappers do

I’m laid back on my asap, taking myself up another magnitude

Sicker than me, I couldn't imagine who,

Live a life that you couldn’t begin to fathom to

And I aim high, never shot below

Pain the sky rather than mop the floor

Your girl’s eyes wide open like she caught the ghost

Calling me daddy too, young papa dos

And I’m a player, my brother Rossi, that’s my nigga from Decatur

And we’re moving up, don’t plan on coming down

And I’m always aiming high, I’m forever repping crown

Puff cigars with my og’s, macking broads with my homies

Speeding all on that interstate, but I’m dodging all of them police

Crown world, it’s our world, it’s my time, that’s my word

I know everything’s gonna fall in place, that’s guarantee, that’s clockwork

I met with all of these labels, I done set all of these tables

And I’m tryina hard to be patient, but I ain’t got time to be wasting

I’m so Universal, so Epic, done been across the Atlantic

And I’m Interscope, you better warn a brother

I’m killing beats, no death wish

How’s that for wordplay, nah really how’s that for wordplay?

My life’s a movie and I been all in the movies

So I’m living every day like the one after Thursday

The immaculate, never slacking it, rap activist

Slash actor slash girl snatching kid

When that money come, I keep track of it

And I’m ready, with my brother Money, that’s my nigga from Miami

And we moving up, don’t plan on coming down

And I’m always aiming high, I’m forever repping crown

Check it out, in the coupe, in the street

Too many fuck niggas getting on the beat

I mean rap the car, rap the chain, that’s why a nigga really wanna go insane

Cause I’m R.O.T., right on time, O.M.M., out my mind

And when I rhyme, you'll find, I’m on point, porcupine

See, I can give a damn bout a punch line

I’m just tryina make it out the lunch time

I ain’t never had to see one time, I be doing everything like crunch time

Or take me to the bank and I can give you a loan

Or put me in the booth and I can give you a song

Put me in the suit with a wrist fulla stones and Imma bag a Jezebel like a Nina Simone, gone

And I’m a player, my brother Rossi, yeah that’s my nigga from the cater

And we’re moving up, don’t plan on coming down

And I’m always aiming high, I’m forever repping crown.

Thanks to youngHoolie for correcting these lyrics