Bron & Bronny E

DJ Conte on the beat, bitch. Blame it on my mama for all the crip In I see. What up, Crip? Blame it on my grandpa, all the hustle in Me. Yeah. Blame it on my daddy I can't Walk in peace. Uh-uh. Grandmama praying that the World see peace. She wanna roll like a Swisher. Sweet. I understand I'm that nigga. Yeah, yeah. Being seen, taking pictures. When she gone, I don't miss her. Hell nah. She called me twice, I ain't calling Back. But withdrawals got me coming back. She called me twice, I ain't calling back. But withdrawals got me coming back. I keep my hand on the duffle. Check. I stay on my hustle. Stay. Who the fuck you think better for this? Why the fuck would we settle for less? Never had the thought of giving up. At all. Stuck to the plan, level up, Oh. 'Fore we had bands, it was us. I could never change up now that I'm on. Most ain't built for this here. We stay down when they run. We gon' face what they fear. We'll be here when it's done. Bitch. I'ma shake this shit like a tambourine. And make 'em kiss on my pinky rings. Bow down to a fucking king. Too handsome, baby, for you to be my fling. Eighty thousand on some caviar. Blues on me like Avatar. I'm a player, baby, you can't break my heart. I built your brand, I could pull it apart. Doggy got things on the middy. Bop like Diddy. Doggy gon' bang for the city. Ever since my nigga was a itty bitty, he Always had it in him. Acting like me, no, Not really. What? He would play with my money. Now it's like me playing LeBron and Durdy playing Bronny. Same force, same source, All in the same sport. Balling on the same court. Bang, bang.