Borrowed Brass lyrics

[Intro: Zeroh]
You mean to tell me the freedom fell before we could hear it ring? (Say what?)
Well I be damned, I left the fam to see France and lost the peace (Say what?)
My god, the land I fought in stand against my breed (It's Black) (Say what?)
Big facts
More on fleek, gotta feed the greed (Say what?)

[Verse 1: Jeremiah Jae]
Surmounted on a saw tear crest
Pendant on a pioneer neck
He know the regime stressed the coast
The coat of arms flex
And boast an OZ
Behind the scenes kept (toast)

[Chorus: Jeremiah Jae]
Raise a glass, here's to all of the squad
Lets get money bags
This for the ones that we lost
I hear him speaking bad
Told me don't fall for them hoes
That's a booby trap
Yeah, she got the strap

[Verse 2: Zeroh]
The money and the guns in my hand
Treat this n*gga like a man (Say what)
Worldwide from the Chi, half eaten xan
Tour in the trench, f*ck a b*tch, run a bands
My sh*t pop, got that range since pop had that gauge way back
Before we make the big bands
Slang and jive to the big bands
Dodgeing copper, auto moves
Barrel shine, lots of those
They prohibit the hot commodity
So we crock on the low
Lock and load
Watch the hustle, watch me crank that soulja gang
Bang, bang
I ain't going back to the chain gang
New n*gga, same name
High gun in dire straits
I ride for the entire base
Then fire twice, they die in vain
Won't catch me shy about my biases
Stay busting down from a car, no alliances
Bleed allegiance through fatigues
These egregious leaders see me, a beast
Kill or be killed in the reeds or the streets
Smoke to lie at ease and breathe again
Shotgun, pop, blow
They're back in the street
PTSD for the opps though
We ain't gon' decrease our bad thoughts to the lost hope
Glasses up to the last of us
f*ck them hoes and toss em
[Chorus: Jeremiah Jae]
Raise a glass, here's to all of the squad
Lets get money bags
This for the ones that we lost
I hear him speaking bad
Told me don't fall for them hoes
That's a booby trap
Yeah, she got the strap

[Verse 3: Jeremiah Jae]
Official blow the whistle, make em fetch
The button for that mental on the desk
You know the overseeers met in the private hall
The lion's home
Sipping scotch
Tell them ready set, go

[Interlude]
Man: You'll learn what war is like
(Say what?!)

[Verse 4: Lojii]
I'm ducking, straight bullets
These rappers all cap
I can't stand nobody who lie in they raps
For stacking up cheddar and stomping on rats
The globe in my feet, I'm headed for that
I gotta get up and get it, I ain't got time to relax
Been busy all in my bag
Bobby long all on my sack (get back)
I've been tryna get it from AM to PM
Way before that Cassidy track
I spray when I see them
I'm meaning my goals
I'm shooting my shots
And I'm making them splash
(Toast!)
[Chorus: Lojii]
Raise a glass, here's to all of the squad
Lets get money bags
This for the ones that we lost
I hear him speaking bad
Told me don't fall for them hoes
That's a booby trap
Yeah, she got the strap

[Outro]
Man: I was off-duty when the call came to report. I was off-duty and out of uniform. As a matter of fact, I was in a bar drunk
Officer: Now boys, our job is this: