Songtexte BRAVO - Nick Grant

Yeah
Yeah

Licked by a devil's tongue, I'm drippin' with sin
Niggas'll wipe your nose, they might even nap your kin

Quiet, 'cause niggas know your moves when you say too much
Serial killer shooters, they live the Jason to us, bustin'
Pistol wavin', it's up, black murder is played as fuck
Look at our skin, shit, even Band-Aids ain't made for us
You got the wave 'til you JFK in the drop
Project baby, you know the science, shit ain't fair on my block (yeah)
Classic like Detroit Red sellin' blow with Redd Foxx
You ain't got enough to beef with him, nigga, how he your opp?

My father used to sing good as Luthеr, wonder what happened?
Feels likе he might've let his addiction poison his passion
Numb when I heard of his passing, no reaction
Saw him at his wake, look like he had regret in his casket, imagine

These frigid streets, OGs survived the droughts
Where niggas pull them CLs out just for some clout
Sugarwater, Kool-Aid
Neighbor got roaches, then we got roaches
Fiends high off the cocaine soufflé (yeah)
Mama, say a prayer, I'm deeply in need of Jesus
My problems back-to-back like sleepin' with disagreements
Still, I made it out

Bravo, nigga, you made it out
Ups and downs come and go, but that's what life's about
Could work your whole life to get rich and they air you out
But bravo
My face dipped in gold (my face)
My face dipped in gold (gold)

Yeah, when shit was rocky, I was still at the weigh-in with Drago
The lone survivor and he rhymes like his voice is the gospel
Eatin' at this fork in the road, still duckin' potholes
Ridin' in the box Chevy, it's a custom model
Money is power, but it also disguises cowards
Can't stop the rain when they hit your block up with scattered showers
Came in this industry a wide-eyed child
It's no surprise they molested my style
Can't think of nothing more vile
Must be a limit on the flowers that these niggas give out

Rap is a slut fest, ideas get pimped out
No doubt, I
Stepped in the party, but they don't know when I left the party (yeah)
I'm never gaudy, my repertoire be
Filled with the baddest ones, I'm with'll leave your old one salty
I'm such a threat to niggas that it kills them to support me
The ghetto taught me
How to throw hands, but now that's awkward
Niggas bench four hundred just to get hit with this 40

Sandy Rothstein, so clean she make a meal out of my offspring
Tender dark thing, constantly playing on my heartstrings
Ghetto forever, niggas know who runnin' shit
As the jits point at your ride, they grew up to leave you slumped in it
One hundred shit
Keep my distance from all the sucker shit
So rappers compromise they integrity for the fuck of it
But killin' each other, that only helps the government
'Cause when the real war comes, won't be too much of us (bravo)

Bravo, nigga, you made it out
Ups and downs come and go, but that's what life's about
Could work your whole life to get rich and they air you out
But bravo
My face dipped in gold (my face)
My face dipped in gold (my face dipped in gold)

(Gold)
We were taught growing up that you should love everyone as you love yourself
But oftentimes, we find ourselves loving others more
And losing ourselves in the process