Lyrics Introductions - B-Rent

Lets bring this shit back to 2018

Rappin and Vibin and I'm comin for the top
Got your girl on my jock cause she likes how i talk uh
Comin back uh uh you're getting smacked uh uh
Off the track uh uh off the bat uh uh
Don't fuck with me? I don't fuck with you
Hop off my dick and find
Someone else to screw with
I'm a nail bitch, getting hammered
Off this fucking fireball like i spit
From the fuckin mic
I'm boutta ball on these hoes like I'm bron
Burnin wicks like I'm John
Dodgin Charges like I'm Dom uh
Get your ass outta church
Cause you prayin on my downfall
Bitch I'm a southpaw, quit watchin while i write
While i hop in the booth
And spit flames at the mic
Burnin rappers left and right uh
Got no time for your petty ass disses
You out here burnin bridges
While I'm buildin up my business uh
Got my shoes fresh laced
Ask your bitch how my dick taste
We gettin shit faced
Homie i don't need advice
You got evicted twice
Stop takin tips cause they
Pray that you quit
Got stripes on my suit
I'll slice your ass in two
You got no use for your body
Cause you never like to move uh
I just hit a strike when i killed the fuckin track
So let me pass the mic to the psycho Mista Max

Mista
Max

No imma hit 'em hard like
Motherfuckin uppercuts
Max and B-Rent on the track
They can't fuck with us
I emerge from the bottom of the map
With nothing but straight flames
And the clothes off my back
On these tracks, drop nothing
But straight bombs like Iraq
A lot of these niggas talkin
But i ain't hearin no facts
I'm not a piano you can't play me homie
When namin champions
You gotta say me homie
And since I'm a champion
I got trophies all in my closet
Hope in my bones
Mindset i gotta accomplish
Now please, excuse my French
But fuck your clique
My style they bitin
Call those motherfuckers ticks
You causin drama, like a barber
You'll get fuckin clipped
I'm tryna get my money tall
Like Chuck Nevitt
They wanna cap the king
When I'm doin this rappin thing
OG told me you the last
Of a dying breed
The top is the place where all of my
Peoples gon reach
I got the flow that makes em
Stand up out of they seats
When i was blowin great weed
You was duckin them seeds
Stay in your place mother fucker
You ain't messin with me
Uh, gunpowder in my pants pocket
Got dirty money
Please don't put your hands on it
I'm stickin to my morals bitch
And i stand on it

Yeah
Superhero flow
Superhero flow

I'm stickin to my morals bitch
And i stand on it

Uh
Yeah