07 Brady Lyrics

I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that

My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing

The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact

50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack

I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that

My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing

The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact

50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack

Behind the line like a quarterback with a blitz coming, I avoid the sack

Them big numbers, shit I dream of, amongst other things, I had to toy with that

Duck cases and shell cases, on my current path ill find hells basement

From the 'jects but im not Pat, still triple 6, shit I'm hell raising

This well paced, I aint break the fall, bitch

The fell break, aint word play, know what I'm saying

Lot at stake and I'm done playing, mistakes had nine spraying

Nine shots had none laying

Thank God for the lack of aim, on the line I got Shaq to blame

On my life I had problems mane

Opportunity must forgot my name

no immunity to this fucking game, wont no jewelry ever ease the pain

Keep on soul searching cause my soul was hurting

I'm like the sole survivor cause I'm so emerged in

Finding answers I may never get, lie and slander

Why you damage him

I'm the one they slander but they wish they did

Half the things that I've really lived

Amazing I even fucking lived and you still judge me off of nonsense

Quarter true, the rest lies since

Even so I've still progressed, you aint God homie, you aint got shit

Goddamn homie you still gothic, you 33, still aint got kids

I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that

My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing

The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact

50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack

I'm the man, you cant break that, can't stand up, just say that

My patience is wearing, swear to god I'm done swearing

The golden boy, they all know that, can't hold the boy, that's a sure fact

50 Piece on they damn heads, right over hands I secure the pack