Danny Brown - SWEENEY SONG lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - SWEENEY SONG lyrics]
Check! yeah
Nine out of ten of these
Rap niggas is Play-Doh i say "Go!"
Niggas spray your whip like Maaco
Ya got that yayo for the low
You'd swear that Kanye was here
The way they say "where did 'Ye go?"
My flow strong like it's on
That shit Canseco on I don't eat rappers
I box them up like take-home
Get straight dome from a bi bitch
I don't know her name
But told her girlfriend to switch
And the lyrics coalesce
I'll rip the labyrinths
Hazardous material that's oh so immaculate
Accurate position, when I spit this shit
It's calculus hard, nigga
And that was bars, nigga
I'm off them Xany footballs, nigga
Swisher, I don't buff, kush
Shuffs 'til I fall, nigga
Too high to fuckin' talk
That's why I never call a nigga
Your bitch keep textin' and she want it all
Nigga yeah!
And I got two on a brew
Let's go cup-for-cup until
That ma'fucka through
And I got five on the bag
Before you toss that square
Can a nigga get a drag?
And I used to spend late
Nights staring at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, but I had that feelin'
Vision of killin' niggas
Being labelled a villain
Because these labels passed
I'mma make these niggas pass
Late night, searching on websites for victims
Fuck doing features, you niggas competition
That's your assistant on a blunt run?
Give her stomach blows till
I puncture her lungs
And it's some nigga shit I fuck
With - in my spare time
But they can't fuck with me in my mind
Used to be humble, now I'm feelin' cocky
Cause all these bitches ride it
Like a fuckin' Kawasaki
And these rap niggas see my
Face in they dreams
They worst fuckin' nightmare wearin'
Fuckin' skinny jeans wake in cold sweat
My reflection in the mirror
Put a curse on a Freshman 10
Watch how it end
Dropped out of high school at sixteen
'Bout the same time as the
Wu dropped "Ice Cream"
Arguin' with fiends, starin' at the screen
Watchin' Rap City like it was all a dream
Spent my last three bucks
On a Source magazine
Hip-Hop Shop where niggas was battlin'
But, I was writin' shit
In my fuckin' composition
Knowin' one day I would
Have these critics trippin'
Sayin' that: "Niggas, I'mma be the future"
New take on rap, this ain't what ya used to
Push the shit fucking forward
Focus on the music
Show the people what's important
A load on my shoulder, filla a whole world
Meetin' my goal, watch my plans unfurl
Check! yeah! Ahn!
And I got two on this brew
Let's go cup-for-cup till
This motherfucker through
And I got five on the bag
Before you toss that, nigga
Let me get a drag used to 'been late nights
Starin' at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, now I had that feelin'
Vision of killin' niggas
Bein' labelled the villain
Because these labels pass
I'mma make these niggas pass
Nine out of ten of these
Rap niggas is Play-Doh i say "Go!"
Niggas spray your whip like Maaco
Ya got that yayo for the low
You'd swear that Kanye was here
The way they say "where did 'Ye go?"
My flow strong like it's on
That shit Canseco on I don't eat rappers
I box them up like take-home
Get straight dome from a bi bitch
I don't know her name
But told her girlfriend to switch
And the lyrics coalesce
I'll rip the labyrinths
Hazardous material that's oh so immaculate
Accurate position, when I spit this shit
It's calculus hard, nigga
And that was bars, nigga
I'm off them Xany footballs, nigga
Swisher, I don't buff, kush
Shuffs 'til I fall, nigga
Too high to fuckin' talk
That's why I never call a nigga
Your bitch keep textin' and she want it all
Nigga yeah!
And I got two on a brew
Let's go cup-for-cup until
That ma'fucka through
And I got five on the bag
Before you toss that square
Can a nigga get a drag?
And I used to spend late
Nights staring at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, but I had that feelin'
Vision of killin' niggas
Being labelled a villain
Because these labels passed
I'mma make these niggas pass
Late night, searching on websites for victims
Fuck doing features, you niggas competition
That's your assistant on a blunt run?
Give her stomach blows till
I puncture her lungs
And it's some nigga shit I fuck
With - in my spare time
But they can't fuck with me in my mind
Used to be humble, now I'm feelin' cocky
Cause all these bitches ride it
Like a fuckin' Kawasaki
And these rap niggas see my
Face in they dreams
They worst fuckin' nightmare wearin'
Fuckin' skinny jeans wake in cold sweat
My reflection in the mirror
Put a curse on a Freshman 10
Watch how it end
Dropped out of high school at sixteen
'Bout the same time as the
Wu dropped "Ice Cream"
Arguin' with fiends, starin' at the screen
Watchin' Rap City like it was all a dream
Spent my last three bucks
On a Source magazine
Hip-Hop Shop where niggas was battlin'
But, I was writin' shit
In my fuckin' composition
Knowin' one day I would
Have these critics trippin'
Sayin' that: "Niggas, I'mma be the future"
New take on rap, this ain't what ya used to
Push the shit fucking forward
Focus on the music
Show the people what's important
A load on my shoulder, filla a whole world
Meetin' my goal, watch my plans unfurl
Check! yeah! Ahn!
And I got two on this brew
Let's go cup-for-cup till
This motherfucker through
And I got five on the bag
Before you toss that, nigga
Let me get a drag used to 'been late nights
Starin' at the ceiling
Pitch-black dark, now I had that feelin'
Vision of killin' niggas
Bein' labelled the villain
Because these labels pass
I'mma make these niggas pass