Bring Me Down Songtext
von Rittz
Bring Me Down Songtext
Are you ready?
Yeah
May I have your attention for an announcement please?
Check it out, DJ Chris Crisis on the cuts
Come on y′all, let's rock
C-Lance on the track
One, two, yeah
They said they wanted buzz, I thought they wanted Xanax′s
They wanna hear me write my pins like a mechanic's wrench
They told me spit, I did right on the can and camera lens
Misunderstanded them like Randall fucking a Hispanic bitch
Watching the Spanish channel, hammer analyze Brianna
Listen, stand me by the best, bet that impress the panelists
If not, then fuck the many lists, "Hottest Top 10 In the Game"
Blog sites don't even mention my name
On the list of upcoming releases
I got love for the blogs, but some dumb as Doug Bundy
I′m seeing a bunch of D-list
Rappers, they ain′t sold no records before
Never did serve on successful consecutive tours
Fucking on executive floors, parting like an 80s band
But I ain't in to rock and roll, we only playing Em
Getting wasted, breakin′ limbs, fucking up the comforters
Snorting line, my nose feel like the size of Snuffleupagus
Fightin' up the customers wondering what the ruckus was
Stunting, jumping off the bus and hopping into muscle cars
Challengers, Malibu′s, blue Buick, he grim, be dare us
There are not a lot that's fucking with me in my era
Pair of Air Jordan′s on clientel apparel
Ever since a kid I dreamed to be a making era
I swear I see the picture and it's slowly coming clearer
This is what you wanna hear? Then I be in a city near ya
When I cruise by
When I'm in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity ′cause I′ma do my
Damn thing and I ain't scared no matter who try
Who try to bring me down
There ain′t no bringin' us down, man
Bring it on
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
In fact he want that right now
We're live sucker
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
Remember I ain't had no pot to piss, they doubting my accomplishments
They sour now they talking shit, they find out there's a consequence
Decepticon when the weapons are drawn
I got this clout all by myself without the threads and your blogs
I′m Thomas Jefferson, address me as the president of
I sent the precedence, I never been too friendly with y′all
Listen, I cut their guts out like I'm holding up a Philly blunt
Soon to be a legend, you should probably save my ticket stub
They say my shit is sicker than syphilis when it′s itchy
For 50 bucks, your chick'll suck a dick until the spitter comes
Listen up, you little sissy′s sipping through a sippy-cup
They took away my license, all I do is make hits and run, get it?
So fuck the critics and award shows
Pull the trigger, hear the clicks, the clip'll hit you in your torso
These idiots are frivolous, I′ll spit this shit in Morse code
Ha, like delivery, delicio, Digiorno
Rich called me and spit-balled me some ideas
Hit 'em back like "I hear ya, OG, you a pioneer"
We put the game together like new chairs from IKEA
Less cheers, it's been 10 years bitch, I′m still here
The homie got sober so I′m drinking his Crown
Ain't no bringing me down, my lifestyle′s different now
I see a moshpit, I drop the mic and get in the crowd
Went from a trap, to an apartment, to a crib, to a house
When the crew's by
When I′m in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity 'cause I′ma do my
Damn thing and I ain't scared no matter who try
Who try to bring me down
Wing it, get on
They gon' have to give the king his crown
We′re live sucker
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
Give me the crown, fuck around and get the drama lit
Was touring the globe while you was sucking on your mama's tit
Hit the marijuana quick, smash the fucking stage up
′Cause I'm back on my Nirvana shit, I′m calm as Jeffrey Dahmer get
Self bomber shit, play the beat and I demolish it
Pull my pecker out my pants so you can try and polish it
Fuck a blogger, any media source acknowledgement
They faker than these bitches with their faces full of collagen
Only do it for the dollar sign 'cause bottom line I just bought a nine
If you fuck with mine, I′ll turn your smile to Columbine
It's the independent hustle, bitch you know you gotta grind
Fuck a record label, I ain't signing on no bottom line
I′m a man with the method to bring in the pain
The hunger of an underdog, became a king in the game
I′m living on the brink of insane, you think that I'm playing?
Yo ever since my father died, I ain′t been thinking the same
I'm calculated and that′s how I made it this far
It all started with vandalism, I've been making my mark
I′ve been lurking out in the shadows, ain't afraid of the dark
Say whatever you want about me, I don't take it to heart
Take a look at my face and you can see I′m cold as a rock
Pushing that Chris White five-liter, rolling the block
Loaded and locked, holding my cock, don′t know when to stop
Yo I ain't never been underground, my shit is over the top
When the crew′s by
When I'm in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity ′cause I'ma do my
Damn thing and I ain′t scared no matter who try
Who try to bring me down
Bring it on
They gon' have to give the king his crown
.We're live sucker
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
Yeah
May I have your attention for an announcement please?
Check it out, DJ Chris Crisis on the cuts
Come on y′all, let's rock
C-Lance on the track
One, two, yeah
They said they wanted buzz, I thought they wanted Xanax′s
They wanna hear me write my pins like a mechanic's wrench
They told me spit, I did right on the can and camera lens
Misunderstanded them like Randall fucking a Hispanic bitch
Watching the Spanish channel, hammer analyze Brianna
Listen, stand me by the best, bet that impress the panelists
If not, then fuck the many lists, "Hottest Top 10 In the Game"
Blog sites don't even mention my name
On the list of upcoming releases
I got love for the blogs, but some dumb as Doug Bundy
I′m seeing a bunch of D-list
Rappers, they ain′t sold no records before
Never did serve on successful consecutive tours
Fucking on executive floors, parting like an 80s band
But I ain't in to rock and roll, we only playing Em
Getting wasted, breakin′ limbs, fucking up the comforters
Snorting line, my nose feel like the size of Snuffleupagus
Fightin' up the customers wondering what the ruckus was
Stunting, jumping off the bus and hopping into muscle cars
Challengers, Malibu′s, blue Buick, he grim, be dare us
There are not a lot that's fucking with me in my era
Pair of Air Jordan′s on clientel apparel
Ever since a kid I dreamed to be a making era
I swear I see the picture and it's slowly coming clearer
This is what you wanna hear? Then I be in a city near ya
When I cruise by
When I'm in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity ′cause I′ma do my
Damn thing and I ain't scared no matter who try
Who try to bring me down
There ain′t no bringin' us down, man
Bring it on
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
In fact he want that right now
We're live sucker
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
Remember I ain't had no pot to piss, they doubting my accomplishments
They sour now they talking shit, they find out there's a consequence
Decepticon when the weapons are drawn
I got this clout all by myself without the threads and your blogs
I′m Thomas Jefferson, address me as the president of
I sent the precedence, I never been too friendly with y′all
Listen, I cut their guts out like I'm holding up a Philly blunt
Soon to be a legend, you should probably save my ticket stub
They say my shit is sicker than syphilis when it′s itchy
For 50 bucks, your chick'll suck a dick until the spitter comes
Listen up, you little sissy′s sipping through a sippy-cup
They took away my license, all I do is make hits and run, get it?
So fuck the critics and award shows
Pull the trigger, hear the clicks, the clip'll hit you in your torso
These idiots are frivolous, I′ll spit this shit in Morse code
Ha, like delivery, delicio, Digiorno
Rich called me and spit-balled me some ideas
Hit 'em back like "I hear ya, OG, you a pioneer"
We put the game together like new chairs from IKEA
Less cheers, it's been 10 years bitch, I′m still here
The homie got sober so I′m drinking his Crown
Ain't no bringing me down, my lifestyle′s different now
I see a moshpit, I drop the mic and get in the crowd
Went from a trap, to an apartment, to a crib, to a house
When the crew's by
When I′m in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity 'cause I′ma do my
Damn thing and I ain't scared no matter who try
Who try to bring me down
Wing it, get on
They gon' have to give the king his crown
We′re live sucker
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
Give me the crown, fuck around and get the drama lit
Was touring the globe while you was sucking on your mama's tit
Hit the marijuana quick, smash the fucking stage up
′Cause I'm back on my Nirvana shit, I′m calm as Jeffrey Dahmer get
Self bomber shit, play the beat and I demolish it
Pull my pecker out my pants so you can try and polish it
Fuck a blogger, any media source acknowledgement
They faker than these bitches with their faces full of collagen
Only do it for the dollar sign 'cause bottom line I just bought a nine
If you fuck with mine, I′ll turn your smile to Columbine
It's the independent hustle, bitch you know you gotta grind
Fuck a record label, I ain't signing on no bottom line
I′m a man with the method to bring in the pain
The hunger of an underdog, became a king in the game
I′m living on the brink of insane, you think that I'm playing?
Yo ever since my father died, I ain′t been thinking the same
I'm calculated and that′s how I made it this far
It all started with vandalism, I've been making my mark
I′ve been lurking out in the shadows, ain't afraid of the dark
Say whatever you want about me, I don't take it to heart
Take a look at my face and you can see I′m cold as a rock
Pushing that Chris White five-liter, rolling the block
Loaded and locked, holding my cock, don′t know when to stop
Yo I ain't never been underground, my shit is over the top
When the crew′s by
When I'm in your city, throw the deuce I
Fuck the negativity ′cause I'ma do my
Damn thing and I ain′t scared no matter who try
Who try to bring me down
Bring it on
They gon' have to give the king his crown
.We're live sucker
They gon′ have to give the king his crown
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