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BRUHMANEGOD - cleric beat lyrics

Artist: BRUHMANEGOD

album: cleric beat


Yeah!
I ain't wanna spaz but you forcin' my hand
I'm so high, don't know where to land
I got hella thugs in the caravan
Give it all up, I don't get it back
I don't give a shit, I can get with that
All y'all care about is credit, man
Fuck outta here
I win in a way that won't make sense
Till everyone dead, that's okay
I understand way too damn much
Need to learn to resent
I'm the worst and the best, ima learn to accept my curse
Represent by burning the rest
I'll work till I'm dead, I work with the best
I ain't tryna see the next childbirth in a tent
I've had success since I was depressed
I knew that I can't spend life in the nest
So 007, I lurk in the vents
Tryna make some checks, tryna break some bread
I come to collect, no Ls, double X
Fuck the attention, I don't need respect
I'm with the gang and we out on the deck of the brand new crib
And I know what's next
Brand new bitch and I know what's next
I ain't bouta say shit about shit
I ain't bouta say shit about shit
I ain't bouta say shit about shit
I don't gotta say shit about shit that I been through
Fuck it, it's all that I get to
If you ain't been here from the days I ain't know what to do
I ain't doin' it with you
I seen 'em get it for all the wrong reasons
And that's why I don't act respectful
I pull up fresh as hell in a brand new suit
And I'm lookin' respectable
Most of y'all doin' this shit for the spectacle
One day ima turn you all into vegetables
I'm in the crib and I'm smokin' on vegetables
I'm 21 so it's no longer medical
If you ain't fuckin' with me, that's regrettable
I'm goin' crazy, this beat is incredible
I go outside and I breathe, I'm credible
Fuck the tobacco, I'm chewin' on edibles
Say sum' dumb and that shit unread
Puffin' on pressure, I feel undead
I heard you rappin', that shit so dead
All of that talk better left unsaid
I don't even really gotta say shit
They don't got the attention span
I pull up and collect the bands
He ain't us, come and get ya mans
Put in work and I wet the hands
Better watch where you step or stand
I don't have no respect for stans
Convalesce and I bless the land
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Aye man, shouts out to all my people, man
Cxrpse, Wendigo, Darkie
All of Spider Gang, man, shoutout Abi for helping me make the beat
You know he be teachin' me everything in FL man, for real

I win in a way that won't make sense
Till everyone dead, that's okay
I understand way too damn much
Need to learn to resent
I'm the worst and the best, ima learn to accept my curse
Represent by burning the rest
I'll work till I'm dead, I work with the best
I ain't tryna see the next childbirth in a tent
Yeah!
I ain't wanna spaz but you forcin' my hand
I'm so high, don't know where to land
I got hella thugs in the caravan
Give it all up, I don't get it back
I don't give a shit, I can get with that
All y'all care about is credit, man
Fuck outta here
(Spider Gang!)

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