Sup mayn...ain't much to say here except this is Bravo aka J-Dot here tryna do my thing a little bit and maybe get recognized for it.
Lyrics
You don’t be in the streets, and you ain’t no pharmacy,
Have your chick on her knees, and it ain’t hard to see,
Bravo gon’ have to skeet, and give no apology,
You really can’t fuck with a nigga like ME!
I don’t mean breakfast when I say that I burn toast,
Dude ain’t really street, he more like a dirt road,
Scottish bitch in skirts you know you a fag right?
Don’t mean instruments when you blowin on bagpipes,
With them plaid kilts, I don’t wonder if you gay,
The truth is, you ain’t even hot in the UK,
Why this Scottish chump, wanna come play hard,
Closest you get to thug, is that nigga from Braveheart,
Your bullshit squad Pure Weight is bitches,
We the suspects, but ya’ll make things suspicious,
Ain’t shit but some punks who was raised as snitches,
And you sound like you and Blitz just may be sisters,
Its no joke every song you have is scary,
You really need to expand your vocabulary,
Every other word is nigga comin outta your mouth,
Try that shit in the hood, you won’t leave outta your house,
This fucker got bout 100 songs he did,
And in all them battles still couldn’t record a win,
Its gotta be fucked up to know you suck,
But I guess you ain’t lucked up and noticed huh?
I spit shots from the glocks,
I’ma throw you over a cliff then you’ll really see a scotch on the rocks,
You spit like ass,
It’s a difference between being ghetto and being poor white trash,
Don’t ever say my name if you playin or mumbling,
I’ma be on the first plane headin straight to Dublin,
And I ain’t start yet,
But I’ma have you in desperate measures, like the homie from Star Trek,
