Sammy Adams - Brand New lyrics
[Sammy Adams - Brand New lyrics]
O yeah
I’m brand new like you haven’t unwrapped it
Head over heels got bloggers doin' back flips
Am where I am cause my fans and some practice
I could go for 90, bet the kid is match fit
Girls on my page writing Sammy is a bastard
Thinking that they special
But got treated like the last chick
Knowing that my fan base
Stretches like elastic
Jaw droppin' beats like it's better
Than the last shit
But still, I’m in the paint by the basket
This that one take new flow straight classic
Yeah I see the truth shining
Bright if you look close
Rappers dropping names forgot to
Add the footnotes
In all honesty, hating's not a part of me
Respect’s in my blood
I don’t need a bibliography
I show love cause that’s what I’ve always dug
If ya ass ain’t got a shovel get
The fuck out of the mud
It’s sandbox I’m Smalls first
Time on the Sandlot
Tryin' to learn the rules maybe
Get myself a damn shot
Yeah, I’m hittin' veins you
Could have never drawn
Pumpin' blood no rubber bands around the arm
But looking back when I started
As a critics young
To makin' hit's with a grin
As the crowd applause, pause
I’m digging deeper with my gritty paws
Tryin' to get it poppin' with
A presence no Santa Claus
Yeah, and I’m the spitter who defies the laws
Bringing the heat
Unexpected like some menopause
Ha, I never thought that one of my songs
Would spread quick on a
Thousand different iPods
Yeah, I’m human and I got benign flows
Rapping with the competition chillin'
Up in my jaws
Thinking in my mind how to write my wrongs
Turning all this change into
Ends that defy laws
Cut it out I wasn’t talking
'bout the beat though
Aimin' to make em get the
Point like a free throw
Tell my girl to please, recline my seat slow
Knowing that I’m colder than the
Bottom of a ski pole
And if it’s snowing in the
City I’m getting blown
With a couple bitches down to
Ride where he goes
Late night in the jacuzzi with the same hoes
Catchin’ brains puffin on them Monte Christos
Uhhh I’m back on my spittah shit
Back, ba back, back on my spittah shit
Yeah, you know I'm back on my spittah shit
Back, ba back, back on my spittah shit
I’m brand new like you haven’t unwrapped it
Head over heels got bloggers doin' back flips
Am where I am cause my fans and some practice
I could go for 90, bet the kid is match fit
Girls on my page writing Sammy is a bastard
Thinking that they special
But got treated like the last chick
Knowing that my fan base
Stretches like elastic
Jaw droppin' beats like it's better
Than the last shit
But still, I’m in the paint by the basket
This that one take new flow straight classic
Yeah I see the truth shining
Bright if you look close
Rappers dropping names forgot to
Add the footnotes
In all honesty, hating's not a part of me
Respect’s in my blood
I don’t need a bibliography
I show love cause that’s what I’ve always dug
If ya ass ain’t got a shovel get
The fuck out of the mud
It’s sandbox I’m Smalls first
Time on the Sandlot
Tryin' to learn the rules maybe
Get myself a damn shot
Yeah, I’m hittin' veins you
Could have never drawn
Pumpin' blood no rubber bands around the arm
But looking back when I started
As a critics young
To makin' hit's with a grin
As the crowd applause, pause
I’m digging deeper with my gritty paws
Tryin' to get it poppin' with
A presence no Santa Claus
Yeah, and I’m the spitter who defies the laws
Bringing the heat
Unexpected like some menopause
Ha, I never thought that one of my songs
Would spread quick on a
Thousand different iPods
Yeah, I’m human and I got benign flows
Rapping with the competition chillin'
Up in my jaws
Thinking in my mind how to write my wrongs
Turning all this change into
Ends that defy laws
Cut it out I wasn’t talking
'bout the beat though
Aimin' to make em get the
Point like a free throw
Tell my girl to please, recline my seat slow
Knowing that I’m colder than the
Bottom of a ski pole
And if it’s snowing in the
City I’m getting blown
With a couple bitches down to
Ride where he goes
Late night in the jacuzzi with the same hoes
Catchin’ brains puffin on them Monte Christos
Uhhh I’m back on my spittah shit
Back, ba back, back on my spittah shit
Yeah, you know I'm back on my spittah shit
Back, ba back, back on my spittah shit