Letras Brick In An Uber - Ay Em, H Moneda

Brick In An Uber

In the hood all I see is an identity crisis
What it means, it won’t benefit myself (Yeah, yeah)
When I stepped outside, I had to be somebody else
Or they would eat me up alive, it ain’t appealin' in a cell
I ain’t competin' with the world, I’m just competin' with myself
I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick)
Gotta get it quick before the wrist on freeze (Gotta get)
Swear you got 'em mad, so why’d you hit on me? (Why?)
It’s no wonder I’ve got trust issues
I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick on me)
Two destinations, that’s the bag or the jailhouse (Yeah)
Always in and out, these neighbors sick of me (Sick of me)
I’m sick of it, I find it hard to make it out this playground
Mommy told me, «Yes, you did», still I didn’t learn (I didn’t learn)
Hunger has no patience and I’m hungry for my turn (Uh-huh)
It’s all about the pound sign (Pound sign)
I’m with an uptown bitch during some downtime, ayy (Look)
It bring me hands-off H, dandruff flake (Ayy)
I’m gettin' picked and they callin' it Van Gogh paint
When ahk got nicked, he told me them handcuffs ache (Uh)
And he had his kettle on hot 'fore the band got scraped
This ain’t for the faint heart and this ain’t for the weak (Uh-uh)
Got brothers been remanded on some charges as we speak (Free 'em)
Brandon’s ridin' dirty, he ain’t guaranteed to make it back
But tunnel vision through the Blackwall Tunnel with a eighty stack
He in the Uber with a brick on him (Ayy)
Dash with a lap, he got a wick of him (Bounce)
Bounce back from Ls, cut his right wrist (Wrist)
But you can’t get him on the bail, you a flight risk
Drivin' past the strip, bro, hide it out and run him down (Ayy)
Through our progression from years of wearin' hand-me-downs
Now we hand 'em out, little niggas flag me down
My soldier handle business so well, that nigga family now, ayy
I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick on me)
Two destinations, that’s the bag or the jailhouse (Yeah)
Always in and out, these neighbors sick of me (Sick of me)
I’m sick of it, I find it hard to make it out this playground
Mommy told me, «Yes, you did», still I didn’t learn (I didn’t learn)
Hunger has no patience and I’m hungry for my turn (Uh-huh)
It’s all about the pound sign (Pound sign)
I’m with an uptown bitch during some downtime, ayy