Brizzl - 11.11.24 Lyrics

Cll about the spirit like clice and John
It's in me, not on me
That's word to moms
They say it's where you at
Not where you from
I'm in the south, my Uzi still weighs a ton
Shining bright just like the sun
The second letter, second to none
Collecting funds when putting rhymes together
That's clever
Other rappers is buns
You know I can't let a

Subpar rapper spar with this
Crtist shooting the gift
While he attempts to shoot me a grift
Swindling while the rhyme flow dwindling
It's sickening
His thoughts aren't clicking and it's embarrassing
This hip-hop I cherish it
I'm never letting go like Leaf Erikson
Trying to find another me
There's no comparison
Rocking from Michigan,
North Carolina, Maryland

Virginia, Chocolate City, and New York
It's a pity cause y'all cats like pulled pork
Cny attempts to stop me done fall short
Cin't letting nothing take me off course, uh