Jeremiah Jae – Borrowed Brass lyrics

[Intro: Zeroh]
You mean to tell me the freedom failed before we could hear it ring? (Say what?)
Well I be damned G, I left the fam to see friends and lost the peace (Say what?)
My god, the land, I fart and stand against my breeze (Splat) (Say what?)
Big facts
More on fleek, gotta feed the greed (Say what?)

[Verse 1: Jeremiah Jae]

[Chorus: Jeremiah Jae]
Raise a glass, here's to all of the squad
Lets get money bags
This for the ones that we lost
I hear him speaking bad
Told me don't fall for them hoes
That's a booby trap
Yeah, she got the strap

[Verse 2: Zeroh]
The money and the guns in my hand
Treat this nigga like a man (Say what)
Worldwide from the shy, half eaten xan
Tour in the trench, fuck a bitch, run a bands
My shit pop, got that range since pop had that gauge way back
Before we make the big bands
Slang and jive to the big bands
Dodge in copper, auto moves
Barrel shine, lots of those
They prohibit the hot commodity
So we clock on the low
Lock and load
Watch the hustle, watch me crank that soulja gang
Bang, bang
I ain't going back to the chain gang
New nigga, same name
Higher gun in dire straits
I ride for the entire base
Then fire twice, they die in vain
Won't catch me shy about my biases
Stay busting down from a car, no alliances
Bleed allegiance through fatigues
These egregious leaders see me, beast
Kill or be killed in the reids or the trees
Smoke to lie at ease and breathe again
Shotgun, pop, blow
They're back in the street
Ptsd for the ops though
We ain't gon' decrease our bad thoughts to the lost hope
Glasses up to the last of us
Fuck them hoes and toss em

[Chorus: Jeremiah Jae]
Raise a glass, here's to all of the squad
Lets get money bags
This for the ones that we lost
I hear him speaking bad
Told me don't fall for them hoes
That's a booby trap
Yeah, she got the strap

[Verse 3: Jeremiah Jae]
Official blow the whistle, make them fetch

[Verse 4: Lojii]
I'm ducking, straight bullets
These rappers all cap
I can't stand nobody who lie in they raps
For stacking up cheddar and stomping on rats
The globe in my feet, I'm headed for that
I gotta get up and get it
I ain't got time to relax
Been busy all in my bag
Bobby long all on my sack (get back)
I've been tryna get it from am to pm
Way before that [?] track
I spray when I see them
I'm meaning my goals
I'm shooting my shots
And I'm making them splash

[Chorus: Lojii]
Raise a glass, here's to all of the squad
Lets get money bags
This for the ones that we lost
I hear him speaking bad
Told me don't fall for them hoes
That's a booby trap
Yeah, she got the strap