Energy Talented Rapper SCHOLES is out Again with this Dope Vibe tune Titled: B.R.A.
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LYRICS
You ain’t never seen nobody like me
No competition and I’m only 19
With a flow so sick I might need a vaccine
And a girl so thick she can’t fit in them jeans
When they see me they like they don’t want no problems
They don’t stand a chapknce they gon need some reinforcements
Please don’t make me dig up all the bones in your closet
No gun made a killing put em in a casket
Run run when we come through
Beast out the jungle
Came in with a patek on
Racks by the bundle
I been moving forward but you in reverse
Put you in a hearse
Boy I’m sending you back where you started
This is real life but you fake to the bone fake like a clone even your verses retarted
This ain’t for the ugly depressed or weak hearted
Do it for the ones who believed when we started
No games I don’t play with you rappers
Sit yo ass down I’m bout to have a talk with you rappers
Listen
Sure you’re blown but your rap it don’t matter
I’m a cannibal eating you neeks up in a platter
Get schooled by a trapper
It’s a cold flow and a cold body if you act reckless
Your teeth missing I’m sneak dissing you wack rappers
Og smoking Og i look real jiggy
Leave you Getting cold feet if you walk with me
You ain’t seen nothin yet
Got a hunned flows and my neck really wet
On that beast mode vision blur seeing red
See them looking scared cause they know that I’m the motherfucking best
All night grinding man I’m trynna get that money up
Ray Charles to these rappers let the money talk
Apex predictor got no runner up
Aim for the heart make your breathing stop
On that Fly time with the madboy
rolling jays With some young ballers from the south side
No joy You go off quick if you want try
On God see I spit facts no I don’t cap
You a hood rat
My flow
Sound like I’m high on that dope
I’m stuck inside I can’t come out This liquor making me slow
I got these voices in my head and they telling me go
A king on a low
I hope you slow neeks can cope
I need to let you know
To fight it is futile, you're prolly hyped in your poodle might, highest in the room armed with the most brutal rhymes. Your girl giving me the magic business, I catch that voodoo vibe. Your homies tell you don't play with the beast you know they prolly right
I ain’t claim to be the best homie I’m the best homie
Spitting bars till I’m dead you should catch your breath homie
Keep it hunned with the flex got a hunned racks on me
It’s a party in my new crib bad bitches only
Number one ain’t no debate I see nobody coming close
I know you jealous cause you saw that I’m the one the people chose
And I’m a king crown on my head seated on the throne
And I say this like a father leave these message for my sons
Have you ever seen a rapper this fly, I’m so good you probably think its another M.I but I’m 5 foot 8, and I’m still light weight,
This is all from the heart man I bring no hate
*The kid so good, he should be another M.I
God bless every rapper out there putting Nigeria on the map
And for y’all fake rappers
Sick on your moms you prick!
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