Brag Different

(Geronimo) Skrrt My life crazy, I ain't think this was gon' happen, nigga Driving fast, slow down before you crash while you in traffic, nigga That one bitch got mad, she said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches I turned up, start rapping, got a bag so I could brag different My life crazy, I ain't think this was gon' happen, nigga Driving fast, slow down before you crash while you in traffic, nigga That one bitch got mad, she said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches I turned up, start rapping, got a bag so I could brag different Man, I grew up gettin' that shit up out the mud, don't do no ass kissing Try to disrespect the gang, I'm either shooting or I'm ass-kicking All black Forces with the mask to fit it That mean I'm tryna turn rags to riches Damn, thinking 'bout my past, I'm always wishing shit was different Damn, we still got niggas beating pots and pans up in the kitchen Yeah, we ain't playing no games, baby, we gettin' straight to business Yeah, step a foot up in my shoes and you gon' see just how I'm living I fell in love with sipping mud even though it had me in my feelings Stepped up to the mic, I swear to God, that shit had changed my life When it's time to take a trip, bounce out, you better do it right I love them four-fives, it got a kick, I had to grip it tight You wasn't out there with us when we was thugging, tryna get it right You wasn't out there with us when we was thugging, man, I miss them nights Losing all my brothers, it ain't the same, but this what come with life (Jay) Nine out of ten, we gon' get him, but he can't run and hide My young niggas demons, they in the field, they say they love to slide (Jay) My life crazy, I ain't think this was gon' happen, nigga Driving fast, slow down before you crash while you in traffic, nigga That one bitch got mad, she said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches I turned up, start rapping, got a bag so I could brag different My life crazy, I ain't think this was gon' happen, nigga Driving fast, slow down before you crash while you in traffic, nigga That one bitch got mad, she said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches I turned up, start rapping, got a bag so I could brag different I'm that nigga and they mad, I ain't gotta brag Racks all in my pocket, micro K in the duffel bag Dissing on the dead, now you dead, ain't no boming back And when we speaking on this gangster shit, better speak the facts Military chopper with a drum with a suppressor attached Anything that get up in our way, then we stepping on that I was in the bounty running fades, I was pressing on that And I'm Gurb, salute me or just shoot me, in the trenches, I'm tripping like that I got a couple nines, fuck these shells, got a tip up his back When we Jay slide, we Jay slide, we be strictly on that Like Madd, had to tuck the bitty-wop, I was saggin' the Benz Glock nine and Glock 40, nigga, we sagging with twins Trenches of the trenches, when we spinned it, we called him again My dog hit the pen, Level IV, he just called me again We still Jay banging, taking fades from the streets to the pen My life crazy, I ain't think this was gon' happen, nigga Driving fast, slow down before you crash while you in traffic, nigga That one bitch got mad, she said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches I turned up, start rapping, got a bag so I could brag different My life crazy, I ain't think this was gon' happen, nigga Driving fast, slow down before you crash while you in traffic, nigga That one bitch got mad, she said I fuck a lot of ratchet bitches I turned up, start rapping, got a bag so I could brag different