Rap From My Son, Bcg

Rap from my son, Brooks Greenlee...BCG...borncreatingreatness... Just like he left it to me. What happened to rap, to the passion in the lyrics everybody’s going mainstream try to make their fans feel it what they don’t realize, no matter what they say if a rapper’s got skills their fans will listen anyway my style is the same never changed never tried to make change with my lyrics rearranged you’re plain jane, nothing but fame on your brain so you maintain the same lame beats we hear everyday sooner or later, fans are gonna call it quits they’re so sick and tired of that one hit wonder **** when you can’t reproduce that one track that put you on the map you start to fade back into the hip hop aftermath better make way, a new era’s on the rise i got the sickest flows with no dollar signs in my eyes til my dying breath til the day my mouth is useless i’ll die a happy man even God’s bumpin my music born to lv in 1989 already prime material feelin so fine better here me so you don’t miss a single second born creating greatness latest and greatest number one artist on your playlist turn up your iphone turn up your stereo i hit the microphone and blow up the radio top 20 countdown on every sunday i’m 20 that day then number one monday one day that’s all i need just give me a beat turn around the corner hear me bumpin on every street i don’t discriminate i just make music a worldwide movement will prove it flow undeniable so damn original so indescribable practically invincible hoes so excitable pose for a visual they know who’s desirable born creating miracles i was born creating greatness from the first time that i opened my eyes their is no one on this earth that can fade this made it to the top after 22 years of hustlin on my grind i stay hittin and rippin the microphone tippin a chevy all white on chrome my crew ain’t something you should try alone thinkin that i’m wrong and you will die alone it’s crazy how i came up, cause i changed up the lame stuff even thought the game’s rough i played tough kept spitting the insane stuff rearranged but i am no longer afraid of my future, for i’ve discovered my mission i covered the distance uncovered the missin just listen no static no friction my written renditions infect like penicillin i’m chillin, no anxiety no tension you have no comprehension of this lyrical invention that i’m testin, now you better count your blessins i’m teaching you a lesson, i feel your apprehension