I’m So Brain lyrics

[Intro]
Brain... Brain... yeah

[Verse 1]
Uhh, n*gga I'm still with the sh*t talking
The blood n*ggas rocking the Loc, n*ggas are crip walking
The eses throw the scene to get some sh*t poppin'
I mac daddy with the MAC, I leave ya criss crossing
This market I'm eating, you can forget Boston
I've been bombing you nimrods, you're in coffins
Who as hot as I am? Boy that's a thin margin
Remove organs and then fill 'em with embalming
Fluids, stupid, I still get the sh*t sparkin'
Twin heaters, call him Sean and him Marley
And drop the wackest sh*t ever and depend on it
Your broad all on my di*k and she won't get off it
Forget [?] I'm flyer than [?]
That's a hometown reference, you die if you test me
You singin' like Ryan Leslie when them boys get at you
Have the brainiac n*ggas let them Toys spit at you, steel

[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
[Verse 2]
I can't lie: I hate this new era of spittin', these dudes suck
And the pioneers barely get mentioned
I should've travel through time yo and vary these henchmen
And murder modern day rappers and bury them with it
'Cause my flow very acidic, y'all hoes fairies and b*tches
I smoke, mari no Christmas, y'all souls scary fictitious
I don't dare to go listen to the sh*t you call hit music
I'd rather put a hit out on you like forget music
f*ck the party rap, I get stupid
Like I got too many hoes in my brain, no lit fuses
Got rappers p*ssed when they can't do this
'Cause y'all sound like sh*t
But I'm in the booth to commence poopin'
On anybody who ain't down with the Brain (The brain)
That water down sh*t can drown in a drain (In a drain)
It's on the muthaf*ckin' town that I claim (That I claim)
We keep it sick, let it pound, let it bang
Brain

[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
[Verse 3]
Pick up the 40 and spark up the blunt
This for the n*ggas this be on that other sh*t
'Cause we banged out
Everybody [?] my n*ggas be trippin' off colors
n*ggas that hang out
On the corner or probably be servin' at somebody neighborhood
Even ratchet b*tches bang out
Hella ass and be looking like Meagan Good, swangin' wood
They be hammin' out the old school with the top back
Afros or the cornrows, n*ggas tryna bring the flat top back
di*kies fitted, sippin' 211 with the chuck Ts, where the bomb at?
Smokin' hella good and n*gga probably catchin' high just off of contact
Banging, most of y'all n*ggas don't live on the set that you rap about
Fake dissin' with some battle bars
No wonder why n*ggas got to actin' mad
I'm really banged out, psycho with the rachet [?]
And pull up at your house
And make the muthaf*cka prove to me all that foolery that you braggin' out
Half a pound, airplane mode, you ain't as high as that
[?] I'm right here where the drama like "Where the riots at?"
Old school livin' like where these n*ggas can find me at
Bangin' like it's '84, I'm tryna bring the 90s back

[Chorus]
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm still representin' for my hood n*ggas
I'm so Brain
I'm still on my muthaf*ckin' grind
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain
I'm so Brain