Bricks to Murals lyrics

Part I: Bricks

[Chorus]
You say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh*t (You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for sh*t (Yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b*tch (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for sh*t, n*gga (I ain't goin' for it)
Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick
We eatin', n*gga, you know what it is, pus*y
Yeah, I know I f*cked her last night, but in public, I don't know that b*tch (Hah)
I don't know that b*tch, n*gga (I don't know you, ma)

[Verse 1]
n*ggas ain't set the street on fire like I did (Uh uh)
The way I'm rhymin' remind 'em of Ready to Die, Big (Cap)
Pop a n*gga, put that on my kids
Sometimes when you kill a n*gga you love, you stand over him, close his eyelids (Close his eyes)
I only rap what I lived, don't f*ck with me
You'd rather commit suicide and dive off a high bridge (Hah, ah, ah)
Eatin' raw oysters and fried squid (Uh huh)
Even in Canada, I became a champion like Kawhi did (Hah)
These the streets, you either gon' get a bullet scar
Or twenty years in the prison yard on the pull up bar (Talk to 'em)
Look, you know it's a foreign when I pull a car
Like JAY-Z, I'm good on any Malcolm X Boulevard (I'm good everywhere, n*gga)
Yeah, I was in the trenches, we was pushin' hard
Then I got in this rap sh*t and I took it far (I took it far, n*gga)
Every tape a classic and full of bars (Hah)
Scope on the stick, call me Brett Favre, I can throw a bullet far (Brr)
GxFR on the plates when I'm pullin' off (Uh huh)
Shady, Roc Nation, they wanna know how I pull it off (How I did that?)
They tried to ride the wave, now I'm watchin' them pus*y n*ggas starve (Hahahaha)
You need a hundred K just to book the squad
White Maybach, peanut butter seats, I'm breezin' by in (Vroom)
No security, just a shooter, that love to squeeze his iron (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Talk that gangster sh*t in your raps, people ain't even buy it (Cap)
pus*y, you stay away from beef, you on a vegan diet, ah (Hahahaha)
[Chorus]
You say you got a gun, you need to go for that sh*t (You better get that)
'Cause I ain't goin' for sh*t (Yeah)
I got a stick with a drum and a beam and a scope on that b*tch (Brr)
Yeah, I ain't goin' for sh*t, n*gga (I ain't goin' for it)
Gettin' street money, I really sold that brick
We eatin', n*gga, you know what it is, pus*y
Yeah, I know I f*cked her last night, but in public, I don't know that b*tch (Hah)
I don't know that b*tch, n*gga (I don't know you, n*gga)

Part II: Murals

[Verse 2]
Yeah, Versace boxers in my KITH robe (Cap)
Cookin' up a whole square on this b*tch stove (Whip up)
Her pus*y good, but that b*tch nose can sniff O's
But I ain't trippin' 'cause I just got in a big load (Sniff)
Huh, Rollie on the wrist bone, the sh*t froze (Uh huh)
VS stones be hittin' hard like Klitschko
Skitzo, ride with the big pole, the stick fold (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Drum on that b*tch like fifty shots is what the clips hold (Hah)
Yeah, been gettin' money since the flip phones (Uh huh)
Every time that sh*t ring, another brick sold (Another brick, n*gga)
Shocks just got out in brick home, take him to Saks to get clothes (Go shoppin', n*gga)
And let him f*ck one of my thick hoes (Go ahead, f*ck that b*tch)
Still hold a chopper, I let it explode (Cap)
I'm bipolar like Busta Bus, I flip mode (Hahahaha)
It's rules to this street sh*t, n*gga, it's cold
You know how this sh*t goes (Brr)
Haha, Machine, b*tch
[Outro]
So if I gotta tell anybody anything that's goin' through that sh*t
Man, stay down, man, keep fightin', you know what I'm sayin'
What's your disadvantages, make that sh*t your advantage, you know what I'm sayin'?
I hated that I got shot in the head and my sh*t all twisted and all that
But all I did was just flip that sh*t and made it to a brand
Now them hoodies is a thousand dollars, my vinyl
They paintin' murals in Japan, in Australia, and Europe, and all over the place of my face now