Bishop Lamont - Branson Niggas (Kay Slay Freestyle) Lyrics
Unbelievably satisfying, my voice is cryingTime I watch every step, the science is making it happenSat down back in the hat100 dirty bags, rolled up niggas get down deadFly shark sweaters, clocks is leatherDogs can seize us, one thing could flame on one VisaFew trips here and there, the wolf billionaireChilling at the UFC fights with my bandsBlack flake nights, maxing the McCormicus schnitzIt’s just me and one bad hill *****Section stands, famous with hammersFlying out the belief, the ***** bananasSure to get bread, ***** it, you a grown dickheadNo swaggin on your own shit pindayRaisin’ bats in the Lambo, yea put ‘em togetherMy niggas Batman and Robin, it’s collateralMind detect money, crown bread for the pedimentReal bottle crills, jingle for my SP LettermanMy art of war came from the desert landRaps are navigate spaceships, bracelets bezzlin’Been the spot slider y’all never beenStraight shots, no chase, expressive got champagne elementsHiroshima Sicily, lacall of the smart bombsI come to support the guys, swim in my dog poundMy bridge in prosperityManipulate Marion Webster, not with the meaningUnless it’s voluntarilyI never been lazy, ***** thatI go for the GuskoI’m nuts so my mother didn’t raise meMy father was a donor, all love from my uncle that was a pimpPassionate *****, used to get his money for himReal tyrannosaurus, four door, slidin’ them chuvis upKept the kakin camels of these quarteroidsMaily mail palm of this cropReal talk, these were the days that niggas used to be on the blockNow it’s a new breed, true indeedThe times is flippedWe in them newer thingsCoolin’ with these crackers with chipsAnd what the ***** am I supposed to do?You know what? Just let that shit breathe for a minuteNiggas want me on the track last and shitHalf the niggas been killed, everybody’s looking like Jones Town and shitJust think about it for a minuteThat’s real hip-hop, real spitters and shitAll I can do is look prettyI be in places where the crack is when they hang a niggaBut their wife and sisters thought his mama wanna bang a niggaWet hoes, crib full of bunnies like the kak storesLate night’s dimension off the cold water hangin’Lampin’, dackery, stacks of weedWhere bad *****es nigga ass like you wouldn’t believeI swear to God I’ve seen that ***** in K Slay’s magazineFlippin strippin sippin skinny dippin on a whimYea we *****in’ in the pool, like Paul Adam don’t swimStay vicious my witness, you know how we get downBut enough with the semantics, the high life and tantricsIf love is war then I’m a helpless romanticThe constant clans, think I heard niggas be talkin’ shitSo like that throw hitchin’ hop in the van quickLike you’re too inspired, to the street rules appliedA real nigga til I die, filled with formaldehydeYou rap niggas garbage, B force perpetrateI’m on that freak shit, still bring the purple tapeIncarcerated scarfaces, verbal intercourseIf you ain’t touchin’ that it don’t belong in the *****in’ sourceBlazes of ice, get it nice, nigga full priceJems on the linge, niggas lookin like the northern lightsYou dumb rap niggas got this shit all wrongHe’s tryna floss with them semiprecious stonesMessage: I’m just sayin’ niggaYou ever seen the british world jewels? The crown nigga?Ain’t no diamonds in that shit niggaIt’s rubies and emeralds niggaGet out your science booksStop wastin’ all that *****in’ money on shit that ain’t worth nothin’Class dismissed! Go to your room!
