| The homie Young Bop told me |
| He told me when I |
| When I reach this level of fame and notoriety |
| That everybody gonna come out the corner on some snake shit |
| He said I gotta cut off the fatties and I’m gonna go crazy but |
| But check this out though… |
| Brain! |
| Before the fame, nobody wanted shit to do with me |
| Now I’m on the Brain and niggas tryin to form a group with me |
| I never had hoes and now the groupies fuck for super cheap |
| I’ll smack a floozy chick like Rick James, I’m a super freak |
| I used to sleep, in the studio just like a room that’s cheap |
| But no apartment, just a computer screen to produce the beats |
| And rap niggas try to ensue the beef, but who is he? |
| And I’ll make ya bitch coochie leak wetter than Scuba Steve |
| Use the heat right to bear arms, I remove ya sleeves |
| Spray a hater, get him cleaned up, he just use Febreeze |
| Y’all just clap at air, you wouldn’t shoot a thing |
| I’m a fool for the buffoonery, I’ll even shoot the breeze |
| In a saloon sooner than Oklahoma to a drink |
| And skate fast enough to push a faggot nigga through the rink |
| And rinse the blood off so fast, I wouldn’t use the sink |
| And speed off quicker than the time it takes you to blink |
| Ain’t nobody fucking with me, nor of you to think? |
| I put money on ya neck, fuck a Cuban link |
| Niggas laughed when I was broke with no food to eat |
| Now my pockets looking like two obese sumo teams |
| You know me, too OG, 402 eulogies you gon' read |
| If you don’t pipe down nigga, you gon see |
| I’m a walking nightmare that dove straight into your dream |
| And got on niggas' helmets like a fucking logo to your team |
| Seem like everybody change up on a nigga usually |
| When the fame came with the Brain game and they stay sayin' you or me |
| Load the choppa, blow the block up, go to lock-up if I never make it musically |
| I don’t wanna murder anybody but I guarantee you I can do some things |
| Used to be nothing with no paper |
| Now promoters see my line and they won’t hang up |
| Wonder what y’all goin' do if I go bankrupt |
| And the whole time, niggas saying don’t change up |
| This fame shit is okay but |
| I just wanna roll dank up |
| And just get blown |
| But I did, now I’m so famous |
| And look at how my bros changed up |
| I really should have known |
| This fame shit is okay but |
| I just wanna roll dank up |
| And just get blown |
| But I did now I’m so famous |
| And look at how the hoes changed up |
| Man I really should have known |
| And it’s kinda crazy |
| Cause the hoes did the same shit |
| Everybody pretty much changed up |
| So I find myself going crazy |
| But I’m thinking like damn I ain’t even really did shit yet, you feel me? |
| But I’ma keep on rocking… |
| Brain! |
| Me against the world, but I’m bumpin' 2Pac-alypse |
| Me against the world, like I’m laying on top of it |
| Next song, fuck the world, while I got my cock in it |
| Like a Glock and bust off in orbit like a rocket ship |
| Was an optimist, but transformed like Optimus |
| Because I lent everything in my pockets 'til the pocket lint |
| And went broke losing all my faith I had in God again |
| And now I’m launching the Washington monument at Providence |
| I was born in Rhode Island, so I kinda missed |
| Don’t ask why, I’m brazy lady, baby it’s obvious |
| '80s baby what came invaded made it, we’re rocking it |
| Off my rocker since mama cradled me, now I’m rocking shit |
| The only non-competitive native verbal with confidence |
| And to make his way in court for a crime and labeled incompetent |
| Ain’t get cents in a mental ward from prison why a lot of it |
| To making thousands off of songs sitting in my documents |
| My problem is, I’m low but I’m skyrocketing |
| I almost overdosed on tour, I like Klonopins |
| My father should have came to more parent teacher conferences |
| Now it’s conference calls from public defendant offices |
| «Hi Johnathan. Can you save me?» Then why bother then? |
| I’m in a dodge ram like Ramsey, I might pop some shit |
| Like five molly pills and foot it, like nine moccasins |
| Then ram a random bitch 'cause I’m horny; Rhinoceros |
| Nigga, you know the game been brainsick |
| Now everybody with the change up like Dave Mitch |
| These other niggas weak with the ball like a take six |
| Oops, I meant five Ruth, I don’t know where ya babe went |
| Used to be nothing with no paper |
| Now promoters see my line and they won’t hang up |
| Wonder what y’all goin' do if I go bankrupt |
| And the whole time, niggas saying don’t change up |
| This fame shit is okay but |
| I just wanna roll dank up |
| And just get blown |
| But I did, now I’m so famous |
| And look at how my bros changed up |
| I really should have known |
| This fame shit is okay but |
| I just wanna roll dank up |
| And just get blown |
| But I did now I’m so famous |
| And look at how the hoes changed up |
| Man I really should have known |