Brick After Lyrics

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Yo Nigel!
Conductor!
Tell em you got that bar spin from me
I used to spin that foggy water the same way!

Brick after brick, the brick then the brick after
Being broke was a joke, we was dreaming through the laughter
Now I got the culture on my back
Put so much time in, my Rollie need a nap
Brick after brick the brick then the brick after
I told my momma I was gon' be this, you can ask her
Now I got the culture on my back
I put so much time in, my Patek need a nap
They still chasing the last ones
Heavy is the hand that carry the Louis bags up
The first brick opеned the door but you not a master
Until you can cook it with your еyes closed, backwards
Now you ready for the brick after

You know I'm brick made
Climbed out the kitchen but I landed on the big stage
Jordan with the whip game, cooking with my tongue out
The spot flew hot but we running 'til the plug out
That shit saved me
The water get to spinning
And it fade away soon as I come back, let's get paid
Drop two, three O's in, came out with six rings
I really did things
Three hundred karats in a big chain
Rolls Royce switch lanes, almost went insane
No gloves, it's in my system, bitch, I piss 'caine
The game changed from the powder to the vein
Niggas on the bench talking like they in the game
Tell 'em I really footprint ye, and I never hated
Shit, I can't believe I made it
Was MVP in the trap, then they raided

Brick after brick, the brick then the brick after
Being broke was a joke, we was dreaming through the laughter
Now I got the culture on my back
Put so much time in, my Rollie need a nap
Brick after brick, the brick then the brick after
I told my momma I was gon' be this, you can ask her
Now I got the culture on my back
I put so much time in, my Patek need a nap
They still chasing the last ones
Heavy is the hand that carry the Louis bags up (Uh)
The first brick opened the door but you not a master (Yo)
Until you can cook it with your eyes closed, backwards (Chello, nigga)
Now you ready for the brick after

Brick after brick, the brick then the brick after
This the school of hard knocks, these niggas wanna skip classes
This shit classic
Homie wanted a brick, I had a half hit and half that I didn't and mix-matched 'em
I built this on the pavement from grandma's driveway to them stages
Told momma "Retire, your boy made it"
Got a fish scale fragrance
Flip phone jakin’ so its potential, saw a front when he came to get, I'm their favorite
Triple platinum Pyrex, spin it, make a nine stretch
And jump to thirteen, I four it better like a side bet
Nigel's on, Tom sweats, Presi with the time set
Kitchen in the spot, straight up Architectural Digest
I digress, different kind of a twist with this shit
Can't name me a corner that we gon' miss with this shit
From the trench to the sticks, and the mixer legit
This strictly for the niggas that built it brick after brick after...

Brick after brick, the brick then the brick after
Being broke was a joke, we was dreaming through the laughter
Now I got the culture on my back
Put so much time in, my Rollie need a nap
Brick after brick, the brick then the brick after
I told my momma I was gon' be this, you can ask her
Now I got the culture on my back
I put so much time in, my Patek need a nap
They still chasing the last ones
Heavy is the hand that carry the Louis bags up
The first brick opened the door but you not a master
Until you can cook it with your eyes closed, backwards
Now you ready for the brick after