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Dynamite (Intro)
00:42
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2. |
The Return
02:53
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What y'all muthafuckas really got for me?
Get lit, spit, rip shit is my philosophy
Roll an eighth of broccoli take a lesson in botany
Split the dutchie hit it & get in touch with astronomy
Lifted when I write like I got the fury of god in me
Dropped a mixtape when I heard u niggaz forgot of me
This is The Return, took all the shit that I've learned
Since my last joint, improved, it's goin down like the economy
Aw man, u niggaz better apologize
Fuck is doin doubtin? I been the truth since a toddler size
Took a year off committing homicides,
Back on my grizzy you in the way then I'm leaving ya momma traumatized
All about the dollar signs, seven figure salary
Runnin laps around u cats and I ain't burn a calorie
Y'all content with bein satisfactory,
Had to sun u niggas jus to get u charged up like solar batteries
Chorus
(If I had a million dollars) if I had a fat stack I'd make u rappers fall back
(If I had a million dollars) blow it all and make it back before u had a chance to react
When I get in my mode I go retarded
Name another artist harder than me I'll harm em regardless
And make him a martyr, take his daughter stick her face in the water
I'm a bad motherfucker making way for the slaughter
I hate to be bothered if u ain't talkin money, we ain't talkin
Knew you wasn't bout it when you walked in
Half steppin happens more than often, if he frontin, ima off him
He gon meet his maker making up a coffin for his bitch ass
You get that? Crackin heads faster than a whiplash
Like if you seen a big ass in a whip goin 60 miles past the speed limit, these niggas wanna brawl
But they wouldn't make a move if they knew the shit I saw
Growing up, nobody gave a fuck if I made it
Matter fact I had to act like it was enough that you hated
Takin all the criticism given to me and it ain't even
Like it hurt me as a person niggas thought it make me worser BITCH!
You out yo goddamn mind,
If you can't see me talent then you legally blind
I don't need to remind, you niggas bout how when I see its my time
That ima grip the shit up out industry til I'm flyin
Private to Islands that I purchased with money from my advance
Recording with artists before who'd never gimme a chance, hoe
I got the short end of the stick in the beginning
Now I'm winning, my victory is a given
I'm living my nigga
What you thought this was, a therapy sesh?
When I lay the ink down it ain't a Rorschach test
Or a tattoo shop, can't knock it, give that dude props
He got them raps on lock, and why not?
Nobody else I know has stepped up to the plate to take a swing
Aaaaand a miss I guess I came to do my thing
But the thiiiing with it is the second that it's batter up, you outta luck
I win the game striking gold, you striking out cuz what you rhyming bout
Is wack as fuck! (Nigga)
But you thought that it would sell
Well it probably won't, but neither will mine,
And I can tell
Because I spit the truth, & niggas never been able to handle it
So take this as a fucking reprimanding bitch
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4. |
609
03:40
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Verse 1
Live from the six hundred and nine
Small town where everybody got nothin but time
So I took some of mine, to make music now I use it
Spittin rhymes that'll send a shiver up through your spine
Doing this for life was part of the plan,
Somethin happened with the pen, cuz it's practically attached to my hand
Writin passages and quotes in every one of my notes
I be in class with the worlds shortest attention span
Cuz like, i dont make music for the fuck of it
I make shit that makes people feel my energy because of it
But I ain't have to tell you none of that cuz if you couldn't see it
Please believe it you are Cousin It
South jersey niggas runnin shit best believe it's goin down
Deadbeat up on the boards & he my nigga world renowned
For the sound of that MPC
GOAT with the MVP of MP3, I tell em
Chorus
*609 that's where I lay my head down*
Told the whole world, so nobody gon forget now
For too long I been sweatin where I'm from
But the best is yet to come from the best out, I tell em
*609 that's where I first started rappin*
Didn't care about nobody else so I just let it happen
Couple years later on my grind I get it crackin
But don't trip, there's still room on the bandwagon
Verse 2
I don't know what you heard about me
But I'm feelin like you probably be worried bout me
Rollin deep, lookin like its a herd around me
& we jus sparked the dutch, It's absurd how cloudy
And loud we, keep them packs under wraps until we finish tracks
Spit a rap, kick back, green crack, get shmacked
Like that, relax and take a blunt to the face
And celebrate my victory cuz I'm in love with the taste
When I was 16, I felt like I was running in place
Now I'm 20 and it's funny how I'm running a race
Too Many rappers in the game who only in it for the fame
Fuck my name, I need you to remember my face
You'd think in such a small town that's easy to do, true
But put on different shoes, you being me, me being you
& give me all this free entertainment
I'll look back, smile and say "don't forget me when you're famous"
Verse 3
Nah this is not a diss track,
This is me literally tellin you to get back
Naw, for real, this is me, Brendan G., warning you, your crew, don't matter who
To put the mic down, your shit is laughable
I have to do you niggas dirty (Pause)
Like my laundry, did it bright and early (Draws)
All you rappers acting girly nigga where's your (Balls)?
Makin drake look like a mercenary (Awww)
[So tell me what I gotta] do or say to make a million bucks right quick
So I can look at you, laugh and tell you suck my dick
I ain't really plan on selling out unless I get sick
Cuz everybody from my town is gonna bump my shit
I said what I gotta do To make a buck right quick?
I ain't really tryna sell my soul just to hit a lick
I'd rather make as much music as I can before I kick
Cuz everybody in the world is gonna bump my shit
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5. |
Ride
04:08
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Verse 1
Hey you, what's that sound?
Everybody dance when the speakers pound
I been to hella parties in this fucked up town
This the first time that I been punch drunk now
You're not from here, don't see you around
Tell me something bout you, I love yo style
Yo smile got a nigga wild
Girl like you come by once in a while
Hold yo hips while I'm talkin to you
You start grindin up on ME
Asking me what I wanna do
Girl u know I'm tryna BEAT
Pullin me by my belt, it's time to leave
Came by myself, now u beside of me
Shut ya mouth, we ain't tryna wake the neighbors up
Just come and ride up on top of me, oooh
Bridge
(Sing) Baby I don't think, that you're ready for what I'm about to do to you
Got the speakers right here, put the Weeknd on to get u in the mood
You can just ride it, ride it
Don't be actin shy I know I like it
You like it, bite ya lip as you glide
Eyes opened up wide, I spread your legs and go inside
Chorus
I make her scream "ah ah ah"
When I hit it in her spot, girl don't u lie
Afraid to tell your friends how you came again cuz then the same friends might wanna try
But it's aight, as long as you down to ride, Ima keep you by my side
Just one night is all I need to change your life, come with me and if you'd like
I'm tryna get you in my room, life won't ever be the same
Body flexin, get you sweatin bet you ain't forget my name
Rip them motherfuckin panties off unless you want em stained
I'm just sayin, I'm not playin witcha baby lets get crazy toniiiiiight
Verse 2
Girl I'm a fan, whippin the kitten like damn, fuck is you kiddin me?
I am not little league, literally I'm the man
With you in the palm of my hand
Get you to hold it, & honey I'm golden
The rest is all up to me
The room froze n you were chosen to live out your favorite Disney movie
Prince Charming in the morning, darling but a villain in the night
Guarantee about a minute in of lickin a little bit of your cream fillin it'll make you quiver on sight, that's right
I'm the man of the streets, and a man of my word, so after this rap end
Skip the after party, let's get naughty at my pad - damn
Said I don't be out too often
I'm lost in your embrace
She said I like your style, boy
I said I like your taste
Let's skip the talking cuz these days it ain't so commonplace
My generation lost but all it means is ain't no time to waste
Til you're on the next, good riddance but it won't be finished any time soon
Even if you tried, you ain't never gonna find
Any other nigga better who can make it wetter
Who gon build the pressure, who can give u pleasure
Who's about whatever Whether We together or not, I promise that forever
You'll remember us, on that night
When I pulled you aside and had you get on top and
Ride, ride
My baby love it when she
Ride, ride
She drive me crazy when she
Ride, ride
My lovely lady down to
Ride, ride
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6. |
Turkish Gold
05:16
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7. |
Touch The Sky
05:33
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Pardon if I'm being too blunt
The moment that you caught my eye my heart was doing too much, yea
Its been a while since I seen a girl like you
Forget your problems, one day it'll be alright, you
(Breathe me into your lungs)
And let it out
You got the kinda body gotta tell my friends about
They notice everywhere we go, they always checkin out
But they'll never take you from me
That's the gods honest truth
I need u here in the booth
Every time we take a trip it's to the fountain of youth
You give me so much more than happiness when I'm wrapping you tight
I hope u didn't have plans, I'm packing it in tonight
But we can take it slow, just let me know
We can go anywhere that, you wanna go
Either hold me down, or pass me by
With u by my side I, can touch the sky
So let's take it slow, I'll let u know,
I can go anywhere that, u want to go
U always hold me down, my ride or die
My little lady and I, bout, to touch the sky
Knew I had to do u just once
Even tho my parents told me were nothing but trouble babe
I been thru hell and back tryna defend your name
I guess society ain't on the same time frame
Breathe me into your lungs, and believe things will get better
I got my, left brain telling me to take a chill,
But my will is telling me you're the right one
Its so good when its like this
Got my soul clenched in a tight fist
Anybody wanna try me, highly likely they leaving enlightened
Survivin the times in the sky taking flight like a pilot
Only people I need, me and my bitch
I love it when she under my skin
they say this type of fun is everybody's favorite sin
I play to win, what else would I play for?
If I put in, i expect what I paid for
Real shit, niggas think I'm acorn
If she's loud I'm the type to let her say more
Take your pick, ima stick to this grip like a skateboard
Bomb shit packed in this zip ain't a claymore
Act like u know what I'm talking about
When u walk in my house no coughing allowed
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There's gonna be a point in time where you have to recognize I'm the man of the year
Got my competition with no pot to piss in and they standing in fear
The commander is here
And he gave me strict permission if you plan to interfere then I can end your career
I'm the nigga you ain't never wanna see
I'm the nigga when u hear me on a beat you start to contemplate defeat
Cuz the heat, that I be letting out is just a faint reminder of the fire that I started sparking underneath your seat
Get yo ass up, this ain't a opportunity to pass up
U been spitting lies with ya lines but u not an actor
I factored in the fact that u other rappers are Wacker
And I ain't ever worried of u taking something I'm after
The head that I was given to rest atop of my shoulders
Has a mind that lets other rappers think that I'm older
20 years and I ain't never had to stop to grease the motor
He been throwing blows to everyone and kept his composure
Through it all, but I been through enough to pull me over the edge
Fallin down a bipolar soldier thrown from the ledge
All around me is the fear that I'll peak too soon
I stomach it and hope that I don't wake up dead
Cuz that would be a shame
Take my life and rearrange everything
The simple truth, I spit it plain
But to you it's all the same
Private plane, Mary Jane, fuck a dame
Here we go again, I already forgot ya name
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9. |
More Than Rap
03:03
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My momma told me to get a job
I'm like, no prob, I got that shit in the bag
But I just tell her that to, get her off of my back
Cuz where my mind is, sometimes I just want to focus on rap
I feel the problem arises when I don't prioritize all the shit I'm dealing with
- I see these niggas cakin makin millions
They writing lyrics you could barely hit the ceiling with
I'm tryna get on cloud 9, some atmospheric shit
I thought about changing the way that I carry myself
But then I thought some more and I'd rather bury myself
I live my life too authentic to let a critic
Tell me I ain't what they lookin for so I should be somebody else
I swear I came into this game with no intention
To be as good as I am with the pen, so my suggestion is
To keep it low key in the public to draw attention
Off the fact that niggas out here jealous when they see perfection in the flesh
Strong words, not saying I'm the best
But I did the groundwork others happen to neglect
I'm lookin at it open mindedly, tryna be reflective
Shittin on the next man jackin trends to get a check
Look, maybe I'm old fashioned
But I remember a time when gat clapping, ass slapping, backpacking, wack bragging, mad tacky niggas couldn't advance
What, you wrote a song about drugs and got you some fans?
What about your homies in the struggle lifting them cans?
Real killers who have to make a livin whippin in pans?
Think you gave back to ya hood cuz you invented up a dance
When racist cops are dropping us for fuckin lifting our pants
At the end you wasn't saying shit
The ones who saying shit just looking for a name to flip, I understand it
As an independent artist I can keep it candid
But for y'all, you go against the Grainge, you getting reprimanded
My music heads will notice that one
Rapping with a chip on my shoulder since I came back from
South Street where street niggas ten deep ran my pockets
Cuz I beat em in a battle in front of bitches they got and scooped em up
Like a ground ball, that's why these hood niggas I can't hang around y'all
It's like the second they think someone bout to clown, all
Bets are deaded, fuck that level headed talk, they letting rounds off
So ima sound off with this
Life is never a guarantee
That's why you see me treadin carefully
Ain't prepared to be another body in the cemetery
Rarely speaking up unless somebody asking
But because my people dying had to give you my reaction
My voice is for the voiceless up until they close captions
Toe tagging brothers undercover like assassins
Land of the free, man I didn't imagine this shit could happen
This is more than rap
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10. |
Sweetest Sound
03:07
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Back when I started spittin, I didn't have me a clue as to
What I was doing whether or not I should keep doin it
Didn't think that the ink in the pen would create music
I went from chartin a blueprint to starting a movement
There ain't no marketing to it man, I did it by my lonesome
Lookin at artists influence to see if I know some
Needed to separate my fate with what the clones done
And since I originate they try to fake like I owe em sumpn
But I don't owe you nothin - because I know you frontin
Talkin tough wont get you anywhere in our discussion
A lot of jealousy since I been on the up and coming
Now my ex blue without me - like the controller button
She say she wanna get it in like that's my only function
But best believe I'm not about to put one in the oven
These girls are good for nothin, sabotage the whole production
Make you wonder how you lost ya focus and all of a sudden
Everything you strive for sits on the back burner
My hat turns to the side I react like I had murders
On my mind but when it's time to come back to the track I murk it
Pack it back in the casket in fact it was more than worth it
I'd ask you to hold your seat for the next five minutes
Unless you can't help in ya chest to vibe with it
- If I felt i was the best I'd admit it
But I gotta run a little bit farther before I'm finished
The farthest from a gimmick but closest to the magician
I know when that hocus pocus goes at the throat of ambition
Cuz I peep game, everything explained up in my writtens
Is a glimpse into my grind and between us you see a difference
I hustle and I do work, until I gotta quit it
Cuz momma got that plate of food ready in the kitchen
And she been goin in tryna help with my tuition
I just hope she understand it man I gotta bigger vision
Once I graduate I'm out and really not about that work force
If I get paid off talent then what the hell would I work for?
- I'd rather make a headline than meet a deadline
The real world is near so I hit the gas til I redline
Weaving through traffic, passin past red lights
Until my belts break and a tow truck come
Where you know us from? I been stuntin on the Internet
AIDS flow, been off the grid but lowkey I been a threat
Pause that, rhythm check, take breath, give a sec
Seeing all the slander and banter said, but it's indirect
All caps when y'all mad on twitter and you get upset
But when I interject the respect I get's ridiculous
Picture this, I'm working on this skill that I wanna perfect
Still gotta watch what I say, the way that I protect
The craft is far past a mathematicians intellect
I filter what comes in like the end of a lit cigarette
When I'm on the mic recording, I'm a young Michael Jordan
Spending every night and morning working on my live performance
I can tour a place that hates rappers in a major way
And leave the town with a sweeter sound than Amazing Grace
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11. |
It's Gonna Be Alright
04:41
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Verse 1
Please believe me when I say I'm sorry
Didn't mean to play you at the party
Wrong time, wrong place
You were looking for commitment I was looking for a chase
Guess only one of us lucked out
But what's all the silence about?
I know beyond any doubt
I told you straight from day one
I'm not here to start a charity
You asked for solidarity but that just isn't fair to me
Apparently I'm not prepared to be
Supportive when you told me all my treatment keep you weak like chemotherapy
But how you sit there tryna find our similarities
When you knew who I was and how I need you temporarily
Don't make it out like I'm an ass
I'm just at the point in life when all I have to last is cash
Cuz pussy come and go but money never been secure for me
I hustle hard so I can kill my insecurities
Bridge
Ha. They say that I be on my Drake shit
If that was the truth I prolly wouldn't be complaining
Call me what you want as long as I receive my payment
But never think that dough alone will make me be complacent
Man y'all get what I'm saying?
This shit is so amazing
Jk this shit is overrated
Jk this history in the making
I'm in my busted up whip
I got that Carter II playing
Reminiscing on my life
Like he went and brought the truth, came in and said
Chorus
My head to the sky
My feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then it'll be a fuckin problem
Cuz I got something to prove
I promised momma by the age of 27
Ima do what it do
So we'll be alright
We gon be alright
The drama come and go, I just wanna let you know its gonna be alright
Verse 2
Just know for me that failure's not an option
Lately your two cents is less than help and more of a toxin
I need to clear my conscious, I should proceed with caution
I feel I'm trapped in a boxing ring with no weave and bobbin
I need to see my momma
She been thinking that I lost my way
Whole time thought I lost my mind
But I found it when I lost my faith
In the bullshit taught to me
You ought to be the change that you want to see
They'll often plead your life's insanity
Til you make that shit reality
They say that I be on my Drake shit
When I hear that I stay humble, I believe in patience
I'm looking at successful niggas stunned in sheer amazement
Bitches dimes and drugs and crimes but in ya mind is vacant
Y'all get what I'm saying?
How the fuck did you get famous?
At best your shit is brainless
My best is destined for greatness
I'm in my busted up whip
I got that Carter II playing
At first I took the words for granted
But now I feel so obligated to keep
My head to the sky
My feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge if the money don't move
Then it'll be a fuckin problem
Cuz I got something to prove
I promised momma by the age of 27
Ima do what it do
So we'll be alright
We gon be alright
The drama come and go, I just wanna let you know its gonna be alright
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