Schoolboy Q - BrainStorm (L.A. Leakers Freestyle) lyrics

Yo SourMilk, what up brah justin Credible
I hear you on the radio every night brah
This one for LA leakers, turn me up
Shit, nigga don't be always
Rapping on nigga's shit
This shit too groovy though
Nigga had to get some
Smoking these Backwoods, nigga
Touch the sky on the real nigga
Fig Side, Fig Side fig Side

Niggas out here chasing these hoes
My motivation, only switching up flows, nigga
And getting this dough
Studio with just me an my weed
Cause y'all tee'd fronting and brown nosing
While asking questions
Trynna figure what I'm doing next
Can't you see I'm working
Mom's sick and says she needs a surgeon
Clothes dirty, and she need detergent
How the fuck that suppose to make me feel?
Shit is real, I just seen Kendrick make a mil
Without a deal, just hard work and dedication
Ambition, and motherfucker I can't be waiting
You know what I'm saying
Too many options on this land
But y'all don't hear me though
Went from "Gimme" to more than
Twenty racks a month
I ain't rich, but I can stunt
Never wear it more than once
Smoking blunt after blunt
Eating lunch after brunch
Joy getting bigger now
And yeah that's my nigga
Even though sometimes, got to beat her ass
But she knows daddy's soft
Spite she's screaming "FUCK CRASH"
Ridding with my baby and
We screaming "fuck that"
My daughter want more
So she be getting 3 a show
So this other bread can blow
What you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have the whole package nowadays
Get a whip, get a chain
Less rapping nowadays
Where you from? You don't bang
Niggas actin' nowadays all trappin' nowadays
Fake Luger beat, BMF'ing nowadays
Man, you niggas are crazy
Dropped a record, got some bread
And went lazy
All the hoes say we wavy like the navy
Young dope niggas crackin' like the eighties
Fig Side, sucka niggas can't fade me
Want the broccoli and the cheese
Shit is gravy
Bucket hat made her wanna have my baby
Thoroughly popping from here to overseas
Fan feel us more cause they
Know we’re fucking G’s on the radio
But are you buzzing? Nigga please
Just kilt a show in Miami
Let’s feel the breeze
Follow me, I’ll show you how we feast
Hit the lab and never leave for weeks
You weak must got your rhyme book at
The lost and found, a clown
Hottest out me, Rocky, Danny Brown
The crown move over because you’re finished
TDE push the limit
We locking it for a minute
Car service take me where ever
She bobbin’ because it’s tinted
Freak-a leak, do it ‘til I skeet
Hit her with my signature at Meet and Greet
Fucking all from being me
It’s nothing though
You use to floss your bread
Acting like you up, but now you broke
It’s nothing though shit ain’t up to par
Now you wishing for a star
Hoping gotta go too far
Cause he ain’t answering your goddamn calls
Blame the jealousy come out your jaws
Your whole project was a goddamn flaw
Your album sales proves you’re not that hard
You getting crucified on these damn blogs
Cause you don’t got bars
And you don’t got heart and you got no skill
More on top is trash hooks
Man you get that deal
I can smell your ass from here bruh
You not that ill getting stealed
They say you only talk about pills
Weed, money, bitches, hoes, sluts
Hookers and butts
But what about that kid on the bus
When I met him, he didn’t have much
Told me his life was on stuck
Couldn’t get over that hump
Until my record dropped and it bumped
Told me Blessed was his favorite one
Followed by that I’m the one
So I dapped him and gave my nigga a hug
He teary-eyed
Saying there shit he had to overcome
I wish I still remember homie’s name
I wanna know if he knew he was giving game
Go harder in this game

Yo, shout out to my nigga
That was in New York, that I’m talking about
I really ain’t got no bars
I be tellin’ niggas that
Like, he really wasn’t on the bus
That nigga was at the show
I just said bus ‘cause I
Needed to rhyme and shit
Told you I ain’t got no bars
But yo, shout out to my nigga though
Real game, nigga we gonna get this shit
Fig Side, Fig Side soulo next, nigga
Shit ain’t done homie fig Side