Bron & Bronny

(KJ Kante on the beat)

Blame it on my mama for all the Crippin' I see

Blame it on my grandfather for hustlin' me

Blame it on my daddy I can't walk in peace

Grand mama praying that the world see peace

She wanna roll like a swisher

I understand, I'm that n- (Yeah, yeah)

Bein' seen, takin' pictures

When she gone I don't miss her (Hell no)

She called me twice, I ain't callin' back

Put withdrawals, got me comin' back

She called me twice, I ain't callin' back

Put withdrawals, got me comin' back

I keep my hand on the duffel

I stay on my hustle

Who the fuck you think better for this?

Why the fuck would we settle for less?

Never had the party giving up (At all)

Stuck to the plan, live it up oooh

'Fore he had bands, it was us (That's all)

I could never change up now that I'm on

Most ain't built for this hill

We stay down when they run

We gon' face what they feel

We'll be here when it's done (B-!)

I'ma shake this shit like a tambourine

And make them kiss on my pinky rings

Bow down to a fuckin' king

Too handsome baby for you to be my fling

Eighty thousand on some caviar

Blue's on me like Avatar

I'm a player, baby you can't break my heart

I built yo' brand, I could pull it apart

Doggy got thangs on the minute

Bop like Diddy

Doggy gon' bang for the city

And since my n- was itty bitty

He always had it in him actin' like me

No, not really

Keep a plate with my money

Now it's like me playin LeBron and Dirty playin' Bronny

Same force, same source

All in the same sport, ballin' on the same court

Bang, bang!

Yes sir

Charles Hoskinson, what it do, nephew

ADA

Clay nation

Agent 023

AKA Bron and Bronny

Champ Medici

Dr. Bomb Bay

Peace!

Well what do you know?

Oh, what do you know?

We takin' over this shit

Bang, bang

Clay nation

Bang, bang

Bang, bang