Lyrics Ra – Brix

Brix Lyrics – Ra

Singer: Ra
Title: Brix

What can I say? All I know is pain
Man’s been out here, still out here
It’s just a different page though
Now we’re tryna get a different payroll

But you know seh man’s a real genna
So I’ve got the bruddas that’ll click when I say so
You ain’t ever had that pain
You ever seen your brudda die right there? That pain

You ever had a nightmare cause you clapped Wayne?
You ever pulled up right there? Made the MAC rain?
Ever beat the dotty till you started getting back pain?
Before jail I already had a kettle and a fat chain

I already had a bruck with a mad aim
I already ran a block through a mad phase
I already had a box of that mad ‘caine
Sitting in the trap with the cats, know the rap name

I’m either jacking up or blowing out the black flame
Coming short with them dead fivers and that damp change
And you don’t know about them hard times
My brudda took five to his head, that was a dark night

It’s mad how they found a brudda dead by the park slide
I just pray he doesn’t get punished for his past life
And I lead the road alone before it’s my depart time
Never hear I sold my soul and end up on the dark side

Any man that’s gonna halt the way I give ’em carbine
Big whip, if you see me whipping then the car’s mine
Big brick, when you see me whipping, whipping half nines
Hand on the nine, holding six like it’s half nine

When I’m on the pitch I’m on the field like I’m Carmine
Free Max, overnight shells, hella bark times
Then I’m driving through the late night, tryna get my papes right
Drive past an opp, look back and see his brake lights

New bruddas actors, why the f#ck you getting stage fright?
Ever seen a gun barrel spin round?
Standing with the rifle in the garden like Jim Brown
When the war’s done I’ll never put my ting down

All I do is jump out, bark it and spin round
You ain’t a gun man so why you want a strap for?
Why are all these nerdy rappers acting like they’re bad for?
Hiding in the booth, I’ll start bussing through the backdoor

All I do is press a button, really tryna header suttin
Spesh or the fifth, either way it’s a hefty suttin
Make your metre stick like I’m tryna measure suttin
Liner hanging out the chopper like I’m tryna rescue suttin

I don’t wanna be a robber, just wanna invest in suttin
But I robbed two boxes of veg, no ripe bammy
Tell them bruddas like America, that’s my ammy
What can I say? All I know is pain

Man’s been out here, still out here
It’s just a different page though
Now we’re tryna get a different payroll
But you know seh man’s a real genna

So I’ve got the bruddas that’ll click when I say so
You ain’t ever had that pain
You ever seen your brudda die right there? That pain
You ever had a nightmare cause you clapped Wayne?

You ever pulled up right there? Made the MAC rain?
Ever beat the dotty till you started getting back pain?
Before jail I already had a kettle and a fat chain
I already had a bruck with a mad aim

I already ran a block through a mad phase
I already had a box of that mad ‘caine
Sitting in the trap with the cats, know the rap name
I’m either jacking up or blowing out the black flame

Coming short with them dead fivers and that damp change
And you don’t know about them hard times
My brudda took five to his head, that was a dark night
It’s mad how they found a brudda dead by the park slide

I just pray he doesn’t get punished for his past life
And I lead the road alone before it’s my depart time
Never hear I sold my soul and end up on the dark side
Any man that’s gonna halt the way I give ’em carbine

Big whip, if you see me whipping then the car’s mine
Big brick, when you see me whipping, whipping half nines
Hand on the nine, holding six like it’s half nine
When I’m on the pitch I’m on the field like I’m Carmine

Free Max, overnight shells, hella bark times
Then I’m driving through the late night, tryna get my papes right
Drive past an opp, look back and see his brake lights
New bruddas actors, why the f#ck you getting stage fright?

Ever seen a gun barrel spin round?
Standing with the rifle in the garden like Jim Brown
When the war’s done I’ll never put my ting down
All I do is jump out, bark it and spin round

You ain’t a gun man so why you want a strap for?
Why are all these nerdy rappers acting like they’re bad for?
Hiding in the booth, I’ll start bussing through the backdoor
All I do is press a button, really tryna header suttin

Spesh or the fifth, either way it’s a hefty suttin
Make your metre stick like I’m tryna measure suttin
Liner hanging out the chopper like I’m tryna rescue suttin
I don’t wanna be a robber, just wanna invest in suttin

But I robbed two boxes of veg, no ripe bammy
Tell them bruddas like America, that’s my ammy
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