Brick In An Uber - Ay Em, H Moneda

In the hood all I see is an identity crisis

What it means, it won’t benefit myself (Yeah, yeah)

When I stepped outside, I had to be somebody else

Or they would eat me up alive, it ain’t appealin' in a cell

I ain’t competin' with the world, I’m just competin' with myself

I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick)

Gotta get it quick before the wrist on freeze (Gotta get)

Swear you got 'em mad, so why’d you hit on me? (Why?)

It’s no wonder I’ve got trust issues

I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick on me)

Two destinations, that’s the bag or the jailhouse (Yeah)

Always in and out, these neighbors sick of me (Sick of me)

I’m sick of it, I find it hard to make it out this playground

Mommy told me, «Yes, you did», still I didn’t learn (I didn’t learn)

Hunger has no patience and I’m hungry for my turn (Uh-huh)

It’s all about the pound sign (Pound sign)

I’m with an uptown bitch during some downtime, ayy (Look)

It bring me hands-off H, dandruff flake (Ayy)

I’m gettin' picked and they callin' it Van Gogh paint

When ahk got nicked, he told me them handcuffs ache (Uh)

And he had his kettle on hot 'fore the band got scraped

This ain’t for the faint heart and this ain’t for the weak (Uh-uh)

Got brothers been remanded on some charges as we speak (Free 'em)

Brandon’s ridin' dirty, he ain’t guaranteed to make it back

But tunnel vision through the Blackwall Tunnel with a eighty stack

He in the Uber with a brick on him (Ayy)

Dash with a lap, he got a wick of him (Bounce)

Bounce back from Ls, cut his right wrist (Wrist)

But you can’t get him on the bail, you a flight risk

Drivin' past the strip, bro, hide it out and run him down (Ayy)

Through our progression from years of wearin' hand-me-downs

Now we hand 'em out, little niggas flag me down

My soldier handle business so well, that nigga family now, ayy

I’m in a Uber with a brick on me (Brick on me)

Two destinations, that’s the bag or the jailhouse (Yeah)

Always in and out, these neighbors sick of me (Sick of me)

I’m sick of it, I find it hard to make it out this playground

Mommy told me, «Yes, you did», still I didn’t learn (I didn’t learn)

Hunger has no patience and I’m hungry for my turn (Uh-huh)

It’s all about the pound sign (Pound sign)

I’m with an uptown bitch during some downtime, ayy