Braggadocio
By David Wooley
[Intro]
I got that braggadocio
The money, the furs
The cars, the girls
With chains, that blang
And most importantly, the pain
[Verse 1]
It’s hard to feel for something that’s got no message
Just like it’s hard to love someone whose got no heart
It’s hard to be a child whose parents ripped apart
But you still messin round with yo friends on the weekend
Are you still into that girl who’s shy and meek’nd
Flexin money on the gram cause your hair on fleek’nd
People jumpin the tracks just to get hit by the train
Cause nowadays everybody in it for the fame
You still flexin money you don’t have
Still makin promises you can’t make
Still runnin round with snakes and fakes
You got the fastest car but still showin up late
You changed yo brother’s fate you ignorant schmuck
No more money for surgery guess we’re out of luck
Couldn’t even pop in once in awhile to say what’s up
Now papa runnin pockets just to get lunch money for us
Can’t even trust my own brother, you suck
Dreams of being teachers and doctors, crushed
No more money for school, I can’t show up
Our youngest brother OJ don’t even know ABC’s
So he’s expected to be holdin AK’s and knockin out people (out people) with PVCs
No white T’s or khakis for us no more
Simple J’s and and Vans not for us no more
No more clothes we ain’t even allowed on the bus no more
You hear me
said do you hear me
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