Combat - Danny Brown

I don’t give a fuck

I could talk a cat off the back of a fish truck

Tell me, «What's up?»

All about the game, so I’m hunting big buck

Big butt, slim waist, and her hair long

Pass it down to me like a heirloom

The Henny got me wetter than whale piss

I die for this shit like Elvis

Boss up and shake down

Get it jumpin' like a techno breakdown

Night young and we just gettin' started

Let me walk on yard at the Bruiser Brigade party

Got smoke, of course

Goin' up, fireworks on the Fourth

Take mine, and I do it with force

Been with this shit since I jumped off the porch

Used to chop grams on my Grandma’s faucet

Pay me what it costs, I ain’t tryna hear offers

Tryna play Brown, you be hangin' with Hoffman

Copped a pound and I broke it down in ounces

Bust it open like them hoes came in

Got more pills than the Olsen twins

Focus, I can see where ocean is

Kush stankin' like it broke the wind

What it is, what it is, what you know about?

Came a long way from that dope house

What it is, what it is, what you know about?

Came a long way from the—

All I cared about was the stacks and the stage

When it’s time to re-up, then my partner got his hash

Ain’t rocket science class, I ain’t tryna pass math

Twelve grams on the scale, watch me do arts and crafts

Any day could be my last, livin' like that

Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance

Nigga gotta face the facts, make this world your own

Sun sprinkled light for this mega-marathon

Tryna live on through my music

The future influence, the next to do it

The odds are against you, kiddo

Life want everything from you, like a divorced widow

Tryna get it like the next negro

Want beef?

You gon' fuck around and end up a vegetable

Tryna give you a lil' game

Get some, get locked, get out and back again

What it is, what it is, what you know about?

Came a long way from that dope house

What it is, what it is, what you know about?

Came a long way from the—

It’s a combat zone

Every fiend, want they own

Red top, blue top

Get the green on the block

It’s a combat zone

Every fiend, want they own

Red top, blue top

Get the green on the block

It’s a combat zone

Tryna get that bag

Catch that lick, get that bag

It’s a combat zone

Tryna swerve from 12

It never fails when you goin' through Hell

It’s a combat zone

Catch that lick real quick (Combat)

Get the bag, get the bag, whatchu got?

It’s a combat zone

Get that lick real quick (Combat)

Get the bag up, and the swag up

Before they call for back up

Listen, all a nigga wanted was a Chevy on some Daytons

Wasn’t thinkin' 'bout no lawyer, nigga, fuck savin'

Didn’t know we’d see them horrors like Wes Craven

Hook jumpin' out them vans, throw us on pavement

Locked up with dirty white boys, all musty

Prayin' for probation, hope I get lucky

Court-appointed lawyers, gotta stay coppin'

Put you in predicament, but that’s your only option

Sink or swim, look at him in the system

Just another nigga, one-way ticket to a prison

Tried to help, only hurt in the end

How the fuck 'posed to take care your kids from the pen'?

It’s the life that we chose, friends become foes

That nigga snitched on, everybody know

Some don’t know how to stick to the code

Nobody to trust, that’s the way life goes

I’ve seen hand grenades (Combat zone)

I’ve seen beer… beer-can (Combat), beer-can bazookas made (Combat zone)

Damn things hit you (Combat), just-just as getting hit with a gun (It's a

combat zone)

I’ve seen .22 zip guns (Combat), I’ve seen .38 zip guns

I’ve seen (Combat zone), I’ll tell you

This about things you think you’d never see on the street I’ve seen (Combat)

I’ve seen dynamite on the street

I’ve seen all this

You’d be surprised, man

Pretty soon they’re gonna steal the damn atom bomb