B R E D, White Noise, Ht7, M3 Beatz, Man M - Wonderbred Lyrics

Fresh out the box, holding up glocks
Spitting blocks, till your shit drops
Take you to knocks if you think we stop
Watch the clock, this finna lock
BRED in the jungle, hopping in
Lyricism bout to rumble all your promises
Trust me when I’m humble
All you crumbs are getting crumbled
I say that straight I don’t mumble on a diss
All the shit that I take I don’t stumble I resist
So catch this flip, Man M on mission
Running this track, M3 got the recognition
Fuck let’s run this back
Praise the the ones who taught me how to attack
Catch that snap, drop that phat
Tic tic tac, on the spaz, get away from that
Keep the squad small and close
No judgment keep your style and pose
Chaotic till die
Silence
Needed the moment for my own
Astonishment
How they admire and still shoot a star
I just can’t get over it
So overboard with shit
The shipwreck I’m rowing it
Either or, or this shit is raw
Let it sink in, but it’s still flawed
But I’m still on
And I’m still growing
Plus the top gone
And I’m not one
Yeah I’m not one
Not one to give up my spot
Turned a little to a lot
Need my own parking lot
Bang the pans and the pots
Running off with haste
Speeding for the race
Hustle like a chase
Muscle through the maze
Lights within the haze
Turn a different page
Beam a different ray
Clean up what you make
Throw me in the sand
I'm a diamond in the rough
When you look at my interior
There's a beast behind the fluff
I've said enough, call my bluff
Go ahead, act big and tough
I've got BRED at my side
We cut texas toast that's thick crust
Never heard White Noise rap like this
We belong together, we're a couple misfits
As long as it fits, I know it ships
On you like a shoe, I know it fits
The busier you are
The richer you are
That's a two way street
Some of you won't go far
Red and yellow, hit the greens
Then you'll be on par
You're so weak
It must be hard to open a pickle jar
I'm not a fan of Jordan man
Lebron is the goat
The water's all around me man
Look at my moat
You know you've made it when
Your name is printed on the envelope
I'm a quirk, I'm a nerd
I'm unique like isotope
Whoa my money just started talkin
And you broke boys are still walkin
Wanna see us floppin
But this money ain’t stopping
BRED up at the top
Gettin money knots
Sound is revolutionary
Fuck this beat up, missionary
I’m the new visionary
I caused your obituary
If you’re new to this shit
Then imma pop your fuckin cherry
Man M on the fucking beat
HT bring the fucking heat
Team is on a mission
Yeah we always win
Take no defeat
BRED always winnin
God willing
These rappers below me
These rappers my children
They don’t know shit bout producing
They don’t even know anything bout their lyrics
I like to keep it 100 I don’t fuck with fog and
I’d rather just clear it
Hold up my future is calling me shhh
Can you hear it?

Fresh out the box, holding up glocks
Spitting blocks, till your shit drops
Take you to knocks if you think we stop
Watch the clock, this finna lock
BRED in the jungle, hopping in
Lyricism bout to rumble all your promises
Trust me when I’m humble
All you crumbs are getting crumbled
I say that straight I don’t mumble on a diss
All the shit that I take I don’t stumble I resist
So catch this flip, Man M on mission
Running this track, M3 got the recognition
Fuck let’s run this back
Praise the the ones who taught me how to attack
Catch that snap, drop that phat
Tic tic tac, on the spaz, get away from that
Keep the squad small and close
No judgment keep your style and pose
Chaotic till die
Silence
Needed the moment for my own
Astonishment
How they admire and still shoot a star
I just can’t get over it
So overboard with shit
The shipwreck I’m rowing it
Either or, or this shit is raw
Let it sink in, but it’s still flawed
But I’m still on
And I’m still growing
Plus the top gone
And I’m not one
Yeah I’m not one
Not one to give up my spot
Turned a little to a lot
Need my own parking lot
Bang the pans and the pots
Running off with haste
Speeding for the race
Hustle like a chase
Muscle through the maze
Lights within the haze
Turn a different page
Beam a different ray
Clean up what you make
Throw me in the sand
I'm a diamond in the rough
When you look at my interior
There's a beast behind the fluff
I've said enough, call my bluff
Go ahead, act big and tough
I've got BRED at my side
We cut texas toast that's thick crust
Never heard White Noise rap like this
We belong together, we're a couple misfits
As long as it fits, I know it ships
On you like a shoe, I know it fits
The busier you are
The richer you are
That's a two way street
Some of you won't go far
Red and yellow, hit the greens
Then you'll be on par
You're so weak
It must be hard to open a pickle jar
I'm not a fan of Jordan man
Lebron is the goat
The water's all around me man
Look at my moat
You know you've made it when
Your name is printed on the envelope
I'm a quirk, I'm a nerd
I'm unique like isotope
Whoa my money just started talkin
And you broke boys are still walkin
Wanna see us floppin
But this money ain’t stopping
BRED up at the top
Gettin money knots
Sound is revolutionary
Fuck this beat up, missionary
I’m the new visionary
I caused your obituary
If you’re new to this shit
Then imma pop your fuckin cherry
Man M on the fucking beat
HT bring the fucking heat
Team is on a mission
Yeah we always win
Take no defeat
BRED always winnin
God willing
These rappers below me
These rappers my children
They don’t know shit bout producing
They don’t even know anything bout their lyrics
I like to keep it 100 I don’t fuck with fog and
I’d rather just clear it
Hold up my future is calling me shhh
Can you hear it?