Brad Pitt

[Verse 1: Dana Coppafeel] Yeah, check Yeah my shit is always going to post because I’m after facts You got the Jewish type flow you should Passover rap Watch me how I do this My reality show no cameras around just reality flow I can’t stop till my salary grows And get a piece of lint And plant seeds where the celery grows I fertilizer and decompose And over scavenger poems fucker I’m on my do or die shit my one try shit Look you in the eye bitch My bitch is in the shower cleaning out her privates And when I flip the script it looks like rocket science How I am lifting off I light the L and I mix the cough The final level chillin’ with the boss So when you come in contact just expect a loss I spread em out like pizza sauce the pizzeria For beats I eats them all And watch the kid how he teach ‘em all The Good Reverend how I reach em all with The Good Book And good word in the kitchen ya good cook Smoking good herb getting the stoned to the maxamilly I take T-bobs but I asked for chili And big ups to the cats who fucking with me You’ll be the first in the ride when I’m driving Bentley I’d rather give em love than a reason to resent me I giving all the props till the motherfuckers empty [Hook X2] Yeah Cause I’m back up on my rap shit I make it look good call me Brad Pitt [Interlude] More pizza rolls Vegetarian, grab some of those vegetarian BBQ wings You know what I’m saying, extra cheese Ya throw that up, throw that up Throw that shit up. (Drugs) [Hook X2] [Scratches] 5000 thousand dollars [Outro] And your mama’s ugly Let this one ride Mammyth