(My Brother Dizz Made This)

[Intro]
Yeah
Rest in peace rest in power Guru
What's happening Preem
Yo Dizz we back weeklys
More life more truth (yeah)
Family Bvsiness on the way they can't fuck with us
Hol' up

[Verse 1]
I love when y'all pretend we ain't major factors
I got younger brothers that'll smother your favorite rappers
You can unload your nine while your flaming clappers
I'ma just blow your mind like you aiming backwards
Hip hop ain't dead 'cause of this West Coaster
If I wasn't dropping weekly it be a step closer
I swear A and R's sniffing the best Coca (ahh)
My Tommy touch 'em like Tony somebody text Toca (ahh)
Labels had me blind now I see the light
Bout to pen a letter to Suge and tell him he was right
They don't wanna black man to eat his slice
Bronze skin woolly hair they gon' mistreat you like you Jesus Christ
Yikes
They uncomfortable they uncomfortable
Don't wanna hear the truth fuck 'em though (fuck 'em)
They only gotta hear it I gotta live I ain't bitter a bit
I love it though 'cause all them challenges keep me a hundred bro
[Chorus]
Money growing like grass with the mass appeal
I can ghost write for you put a co-sign on you
Have you on the mic gassing if the bags is real
Now the hoes might want you gone and nose dive on you
I be rolling S-class with the massive grille (Skrtt)
Twenty fo's right on it let me ghost ride corners
I be going in my bag 'cause I mastered skill
Feel like a whole vibe don't it? Put my Coast Line on it

[Verse 2]
N***as tell me "Crook you too lyrical with your catalog"
Bitches tell me to stick my digital in they analog
Woke people tell me "You spiritual let your rap evolve
Quit talking bout when your pistol was spitting cannonballs"
Basquiat taught me 'bout you Hollywood Africans
I'm not a boss if all I do is follow you applicants
I'm de la mixed with Fela Kuti and Layla Ali's father
A monster that nobody should rap against
Last week I asked "What the fuck's going on here?" (huh)
This week I know what it is I don't belong here
Nah, I mean I won't be long here
Pretty soon I'm trading my mic in for a lawn chair
(I'm out haha)

[Chorus]
Money growing like grass with the mass appeal (yea)
I can ghost write for you put a co-sign on you
(Ghost write you something)
Have you on the mic gassing if the bags is real
Now the hoes might want you gone and nose dive on you
(Now the hoes might like you a little more haha)
I be rolling S-class with the massive grille (Skkrrtt)
Twenty fo's right on it let me ghost ride corners (Twenty fo's)
I be going in my bag 'cause I mastered skill
(I mastered this)
Feel like a whole vibe don't it? Put my Coast Line on it
West Coast