Bricks - Wale, Yo Gotti, Lyfe Jennings

From a brick, to a stone, does a fiend, have a soul?

Oh, oh

Does a kid, need a goal, if the powder’s, made of gold?

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Getting blowed

Thinkin I’m so glad that I can rap cause I couldn’t move no dope

But I do know, a few niggas that did, and a few niggas that still

And the few niggas that’s through, are the few niggas that’s dead

So fuck a 9 to 5, they clockin' and tryna survive

Cop a brick and supply cause nobody offering jobs

Bricks build buildings, build houses, build neighborhoods

But a brick done turned a nigga to a baller or a dated shirt

Understated to say it hurts, I was optimistic

'Til I seen my youngin' whippin', made me wish that I was flippin'

Fuck this college when niggas out here just dollar pitchin'

Cause after 4 or 5, you don’t got nothing but college tickets

Bricks

Been a minute tryna hold my head and work this out

Tryna work this out

Counting numbers up in my head tryna build this house

Tryna build this house

Mama told me if I make my bed then I gotta lay down

Tryna build this house

But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

It’s only one way out

Bricks, it’s all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks, it’s all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks, it’s all them niggas thinkin bout

Little niggas on the scene ain’t gotta dream it now

Studio getting blowed

Thinkin I’m so glad that I can rap cause I can’t move no dope

But I do know, a few niggas that did, and a few niggas that still

And the few niggas that’s through, are the few niggas that’s dead

Look, little niggas’ll shoot you, they got nothing to say

Cause local celebrities only bout a brick away

Niggas used to whip em he getting those from whippin yay

And you got no paper, you been so patient, come get some weight

Sneaker boxes, you can see your progress

And you weekend shopping, show people your people poppin

I can see the problem, you nigga don’t lack no conscience

Can’t shoot, can’t dribble, can’t rap, young nigga don’t got no options

From a brick, to a stone, turned a fiend, from a homie

When the powder, turn to power, and the power, turn to dough

Turning head, with yo whip, is it worth, what you did?

If a brick, is a brick, through a brick, you can build

From a brick to a stone, make a fiend for a homie

Turn a cheek on a foe, turn a reef to a home

Turn the powder, into power, and the power, turn to hoes

If a brick is a brick, through a brick you can grow

Build

Bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh

Bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh

Bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh

Bricks, oh, oh, oh, oh

It’s only one way out

9 years old, Feds looking for my moms

10 or 11, held my first gun

First time I heard bricks, I was thinking construction

Until my 'migo plug from Mexicó gave me my introduction

Now 16, getting them bricks for the 16

Was unwrapping bricks but now I’m rappin' bricks for 16

I was 17 ridin' in that Lexus on 20's

18 and 19 payin' nothing over 20

And a thousand 8 grams divided by 4 is 252

If you know what that mean, you noticed it now

And if you don’t, learn how to divide nigga

I’m talkin' bricks, no jump shots

I’m talking work, no punch clock!

I’m Yo Gotti!

Been a minute tryna hold my head and work this out

Tryna work this out

Counting numbers up in my head tryna build this house

Tryna build this house

Mama told me if I make my bed then I gotta lay down

Tryna build this house

But I never seem to keep these words all up out my mouth

It’s only one way out

Bricks, it’s all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks, it’s all them niggas talkin bout

Bricks, it’s all them niggas thinkin bout

Little niggas on the scene ain’t gotta dream it now

From a brick, to a stone, from the stone, to the shone

If it shone, in the hood, then you know, that you good

From the powder, to the crack, from the crack, to the slums

Dealers, in the back, to the clappers, in the front