BRAD PITT CYPHER Lyrics

I, I, I, I hope the day I day

I can see you in your eyes

I know these bitches 'round me try to act superfly

They ain't on my level

They ain't that guy

Always trying act tough

Like bitch, where your fire

Bitch, why'd you cry

Thinkin' shit old, like nah

You know I keep a grudge

You know I keep them signs

You know I ain't like that other man

I ain't reply

I ain't give time

I ain't waste time

'Cause you know where I'm from

Days stay limited

Ain't no new bitch

Ain't no new fix

Them white people try to keep it tame

They keep it limited

Keep that shit on DL

New shit on Zelle

New shit for sale

Need that on Grailed

Need that Finelle

Need that finesse

Get it off my chest

Need that, I'm pressed

Fuck is you sayin' bitch

I fuck your best

Staying humble is a hard thing to master, man

I ain't a mastermind

I ain't 'bout that grind

I ain't 'bout all them antics and other crimes

I just stick to what I know

I ain't the last dime

Smokin' twenty, that shit laced

Ready to embrace

I ain't getting fleeced

You know that's dumb shit

Look at the sheets

Shit be all burned

Shit get on my nerves

Shit make me mad

Shit make me angry

When I pull up, I'm sad

Like, what the fuck you want from me

You know that success, I need it bad

I do this for my dad

I know, I be making him feel like he run track

When all them emotions be roundin', man

I'm sounding, man

I'm here, yeah

I'm 'bout it, man

I might stay for a long time

But, you know, I'm here for the right time

And the right grind

And the right minds

To show me how to fuckin' shine

To show me how to fuckin' shine

To show me how to fuckin' shine