Brudda Murray - Primetime

Too taboo like tube socks and sandals
Stone Cold blooded and too hot to handle
Get got, I’m not too posh for scandals
Talk shop with the Mob “who shot the Vandal?”
Beware of where you step
take a long walk and get caught fair and square in a net
Light a flare under my derrière and I’ll barely sweat
Here to collect , I Accept Dinero or check
Sharing Respects with marionettes
All Precarious Affairs when Im fairly depressed
gotta long list of brothers that I swear to protect
and Ima still bet on myself til I’m buried in debt
Better vacate the premises
I don’t play games this ain’t no SEGA genesis
My pay grade is Grade-A with benefits
go to great lengths to pay off my deficit
And I do this shit so effortlessly
Ya boy smooth, looking elegant
I’m quite the force to be reckoned with
just to make it to my crib, need a membership
I keep the beat knocking
without a doubt, police are eavesdropping
delinquents sweep the streets like green goblins
Don’t need God to keep a clean conscience
thieves in the office grease their deep pockets
leaches and bottom feeders eat Ramen
sheep in a flock diseased and sleep walking
drinking the drops that leak from weak faucets
(hook)
This is primetime
better watch your neck, got connections like wifi
off with your head then we bustin out the fine wine
there ain’t no protection when you messing with the hive mind
cuz this is primetime
I’m tired of listening to em’ coaching from the sidelines
I rise and shine working on that 9 to 5 grind
now I’m on your timeline baby this is MY TIME x2
This is just business
ambush taking over districts
when it’s showtime, get smoked like a brisket
whole clique doing big shit, check the fit-bit
Itching just to get a little lick of your rib tips
and that’s pronto, run you off the road in an all black tahoe
I’m the head honcho chopping off your top with a two-piece combo. cook you on the stove with cilantro
and I dont mean to showboat, No
I’ve never been the one to gloat for the promo
but I don’t coast on the road with the slowpokes
that’s a low blow bitch I roll with some grown folk
I’ve got no funding, stuck with a low budget
Play the cards, gotta wait for the draw like you’re bow-hunting
Understand I’ve been panning for gold nuggets
and flipping the script until I’m kickin the old bucket
(hook)
Gotta chip up on my shoulder, ain’t no Frito Lay
If they wanna play bitch Im bustin out the 308
All these suckas shady, acting wavy, never keep it straight
so I had to put em’ in their place, piece of cake
I’m the local deviant, most of em’ don’t believe in him
Posted at the convenience store with an Old English
Last of the Mohicans, blast em’ for no reason
Stuff em’ in a bag in the back of the four seasons
better duck when the night falls
don’t get scooped by them coupes with the white walls
Hit em’ with a clean sweep, no Lysol
Leave a nice gift on your lawn with a pipe bomb
Do it like Boston
I’m the best player on the roster
Run a marathon and I’ll never get exhausted
They salty, they know I’ve got the sauce and it’s hot shit
be cautious, lives get lost in this mosh pit

[@daltonm6764]

⛽⛽🔥

[@TreWay47]

My man 😎

[@genefrier7847]

🔥 transitions and the flow juss goes in 🌊

[@TreWay47]

Appreciate you cuh 🙏

[@calebgeisler6644]

This is fucking ill! Made respect brother!

[@TreWay47]

Aye thanks brother 🙏 hope all is well my guy

[@shoveloperator7113]

Hell yeah! It's been a long time waiting! Keep it up!

[@shoveloperator7113]

From Boulais!

[@TreWay47]

definitely been too long! Thanks For listening bruh