BRUHMANEGOD - Plywood

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intro
You not, not
You not, not
You not, not, yeah
Yeah

chorus
You ain't no machine, i said
You ain't no machine, take a pitiful breath
Think it's all in the works when the walls breathe
When i'm up just call me, and we can all speak
I just hit the street, got more drip than a nazi
And i really don't give a shit what it cost me
I don't care what it cost me cause everything costly
All these bitches, they consent to me, you rappers look like cosby
Get that shit up off me, i got eyes in the back of my head
I do everything i want, i do everything i said i would
All these leeches tryna' tell me that i'm next, i'm good
Went to sellin' out these shows from buildin' up, plywood

verse
Went to sellin' out these shows from doin' no shows
No hoes, now these bitches want me, i turn to a no-show
Old friends used to doubt, now they hit me up i low blow em'
Did it my damn self, now everybody want a piece, that's a no-go
I only rock the 42, don't wanna rock your logo
The bitches ran away because you semllin' like a hobo
Growing up, i was cold loner turned a homeowner
I ready my pack, then i fuck her with no toner
chorus
You ain't no machine, i said
You ain't no machine, take a pitiful breath
Think it's all in the works when the walls breathe
When i'm up just call me, and we can all speak
I just hit the street, got more drip than a nazi
And i really don't give a shit what it cost me
I don't care what it cost me cause everything costly
All these bitches, they consent to me, you rappers look like cosby
Get that shit up off me, i got eyes in the back of my head
I do everything i want, i do everything i said i would
All these leeches tryna' tell me that i'm next, i'm good
Went to sellin' out these shows from buildin' up, plywood

outro
Buildin' up, plywood
B-b-b-buildin' up, plywood

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