SCATTERBRAINED Lyrics

I be rockin in the crib

New shit give my city bounce

All y'all niggas painting faces

Swear that all y'all nigga clowns

Warzone how i'm droppin in

When i hit you hear the blow

Blow

Blow

Blow

Blow?

Call it hip-step

Maybe trip-hop

On my broke flow

Dolla store flip flops

Ain't no wet floor

Niggas still get mopped

Shit gon jump off

Flow on Kriss-Kross

Finally took a step up out the shade

Verses slice thru air

Too sharp; cut like a blade

Sound bred in the south

Bama sunshine I was raised

Let me tell you bit bout how my mind work nowadays

Orchestrate a plan to capture hearts and dominate

Shit get really sticky

Niggas picky and they hate

It get kinda hard for me to withhold all my rage

That's why i be writing

I be cooped up in my space (fuck whatchu say, nigga)

Crash land, you better brace

I been cleaning up the place

I feel bitter nowadays

Think i really need a break

'Cause

It's too many fake

Niggas coming round my way

I ain't too fond of the snakes

Catch you niggas with a rake

Y'all so dim

My ray beam

I blow smoke

With OGs

It ain't take long to notice that all y'all boys is green

I listen to my own hits to boost my self esteem

All these copy paste rappers crowdin' up the scene

That shit so wack to me,

I swear to god I'm finna scream

Now they taking notice

We the focus; centerpiece

I thought I told y'all niggas what this kinda drama bring

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I be rockin in the crib

New shit give my city bounce

All y'all niggas painting faces

Swear that all y'all niggas clowns

Warzone how I'm droppin in

When I hit you hear the blow

Blow

Blow

Blow

BLOW!

Guess I'm back like I'm melo

Did a dance with the devil

Got my foot on the pedal

Ain't no stopping me now

New niggas? don't trust 'em

They be coming in clusters

Try the tribe must be Busta

Look at you now

We combat all the whack shit that come our way

Try the tribe must be high black an eye broad day

Wakin up

Face the sun

Say a prayer

Give thanks

Brain spin round and round

Cycle on relay

My approach too eclectic

No, you cannot predict it

I was meant to be dropout

I grew up as a misfit

I don't need no label

To be willing and able

Hit this shit at an angle

Passion generate peso

These days I might lay low

Tides moves cause I say so

Get my power at nighttime

I aint got no cape tho

Said I ain't got no cape thooooo!

Aye!

Tween, tween, hezi

Watch you fall

Gott a couple legends on my team

Finna ball

No cap all my niggas heart of the town

Bullshit ain't my prerogative; Bobby Brown

Lately I been swinging heavyweight

Pound for pound

If I catch you on that high horse

Knock you down

Y'all boys better catch the wave 'fore you drownnnnnnnnnnnnnn

Bing, Bing

Ali with the swing

Stand on top of the world

I can see everything, like

Damn