2 The Brim Lyrics

Locked in, locked in, standin' on all of my ten, yeah

Habits have been expandin' on all of my sins, yeah

I've been havin' caskets for all my kin, yeah

Stackin', fast whip, blacked in, black tint

Fast ten in the benz, my jacket payin' off your rent

Lap ten on yo' bitch, my pockets fillin' to the brim

And don't even get me started, niggas turn into a bitch

I might even be like Harvey, always keepin' me a switch

Strawberry Milk Mob on yo' bitch

She wanna feel how I dick again

I'm sippin' high-tech with a pill god

And the seal got us to ascend

She real goddess if she real modest

But my Cartis on her in her head

She wanna party on till the dead of mornin'

'Bout the time that I'm locked in

Locked in, locked in, standin' on all of my ten, yeah

Mobbin', bossin', I don't need no more friends, yeah

Often locked in, I'm often locked in, yeah

Often locked in, I'm often locked in, yeah

Top ten in the city, I always come in like a furnace

They broke as hell in the slums, they ask when they ain't got to

I'm givin' free verses

To the fuck niggas try to skip out on the work, they gettin' a curvin'

Close my eyes when they ask for a handout, I don't like to see them hurtin'

I'm a whole different person, I ain't even Dr. Dre

But, girl, I like the way you work it

I'm puttin' blunts to my face

I'm steady tryna' to find my purpose

Dealin' with burdens locked in a thermos

They don't want murder, locked in a urn shit

Percocet immersive, talkin' third person

I'm distant' like a far sea not bout a Persian

Stick by my side, ain't even in the murses

It's only the family, I be on my Durk shit

Fuck with my dawg and you'll see me on worse shit

Sippin' on Crown, I'm a king that she worship

I've been a trooper man, give me my warship

It's only with skincare, I be on this poor shit

I got 'em acting all scared, morbid

My pockets fatter than Corden

And the blicky sting 'em like a hornet

Catchin' up speed in the Corvette

Know my brudda never talked to no warden

Plenty nights I worked turned to the morning

Watch yo' nigga, you know he an informant

They ain't even got to grill, Foreman

D&D, I'm locked in till the morning

Locked in, locked in, standin' on all of my ten, yeah

Habits have been expandin' all of my sins, yeah

I've been havin' caskset with all in my kin, yeah

Stackin' fast whi, blacked tint, black tint

Locked in, locked in, I'm standin' on all of my ten

Locked in, locked in, I'm stayin' on my ten, yeah

Locked in, locked in, I don't even want friends, yeah

Often locked in, I'm often locked in, yeah