Bravehearted - Bravehearts

Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart

[Verse 1]
Yo' G,W,I,C, Won't yall come f_ck wit me
While I lay, get chased, catch, and cash tha check
Stomp n_ggas out take respect
Wit a sawed off shotgun, hand on tha pump
I sips on grey goose, smokin on tha blunt
I f_cks wit this broad she do what I want
I f_ck her real slow, she like when I pump
I be on my block done, I do whats I want
And an' n_gga dat front, I do whats I want
I shoot and don't blink, I lay you out in tha street
I mean I'm f_ckin wit dem n_ggas dats ?
and blaze when they ? sh_t, dats evident
leavin no evidence, who you messin wit
It's ill will and yall n_ggas ?, I shoot to kill
They never saw me

Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart(tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart

[Verse 2]
You could put on dat vest, I'ma shoot ya in tha head
Won't aim for tha chest, Bet you won't survive
Ten hollow tips out my crome fo' five
I got to drop on you, element of surprise n_gga
what you wanna do, I really see dead people
I got the nine millimeter, I could make ya face see-through
Transparent, potholes in ya melon, damaged from tha ratchet
Happens if u tellin, Jungle'll live by the morals of tha street
Not like snitch CJ, or b_tch Jay-z, and beef from n_ggas
only play defense, guns never spark in tha freight of my office
Two us now put they body in tha garbage
Yall n_ggas p_ssy we BraveHearted

Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart

[Verse 3]
My name is ?, I come from the past
Wit insects crawlin on me like I'm dead
I don't eat I just fast, I don't beef I just ?
Blood in my palm, I left tha cross only white nuns
soaked up tha offerin, black ? ones dressed up like bush
identical mass, I f_ck 'em hard wit a sinister laugh
Then puff on a cigar, like Tony Matana
Me and Sony got problems, if I die they say I'm only a modist
To me I'm braver, do me a favor, put you on my ?
you could be paid, the label puts you in my place
I'm jewish, like Sammy Davis Jr
Holdin a louie suitcase wit ? and ? chopped in pieces
Now I'm locked up wit phsycos who eat they feces
Call the Hearts break me out and I'll reveal deep secrets
Bout the street sh_t dat yall so obsessed by
I rep my n_ggas till tha death while tha rest slide
Or rest die,Brave

Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave,Brave, BraveHeart (tell 'em)
Wiz, Wi, Wi, Wi, Wiz, BraveHeart

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