About this song

Brambleton is a track by Pusha T, taken from the album “It's Almost Dry”, released April 22, 2022 on Getting Out Our Dreams Inc. (G.O.O.D.) Music / IDJ. It runs 2:51 and carries an explicit content notice. Use the Deezer link above to stream the full song.

They're gonna die Why would I wanna We was out in Brambleton after Pooh got hit Club entourage in that new drop six Ice that'll snag any new hot bitch Champagne super soaker screamin' who got this Beach niggas wanted work that they could move out quick But my Norfolk niggas, they was on some shoot out shit You and I, we were different like the two got mixed Buyin' biggies but was ridin on some 2Pac shit We was both hurt when we see how Q drop bitch Said we knew the ledge better, we the new plot twist Who knew your face bein' all across the news outlets Would mean forever I would never talk to you 'bout shit Huh Why would I wanna hold you down When I know you now, the past is your go to now Shit, we really used to roll around Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now Can't water down, got fathers to you daughters now Shit, but let me bring it all around Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down You would pay sixteen, I would pay eighteen When I paid twenty-two, still was a great thing Laid up countin' a million, we daydream Till the plug took back his half, that's they change Who was with you roaming the halls at night pacing 'Cause the feds watching them things that we chasing Sliding doors just like the van on eighteen Revolvin' doors on them whores, they playthings It was much more than foreigns that we were racing If the past catch your dash, no erasing Black Rarri, white hood, make it a race thing Who knew our dynasty would end up a Xinjiang thing Why would I wanna hold you down When I know you now, the past is your go to now Shit, we really used to roll around Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now Can't water down, got fathers to you daughters now Shit, but let me bring it all around Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down It was sad watching dude in Vlad interviews Really it's 'bout me, he channeled it through you Had a million answers, didn't have a clue Why Michael kissed Fredo in Godfather II Names they concealed, I don't make up shit This that no witnesses wrapped in duct tape shit Needed all my niggas just to move your brick That had me on Brambleton back when Pooh got hit Why would I wanna hold you down When I know you now, the past is your go to now Shit, we really used to roll around Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now Can't water down, got fathers to you daughters now Shit, but let me bring it all around Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down Why would I wanna hold you down

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Full tracklist

  1. 01 Let The Smokers Shine The Coupes E 2:30
  2. 02 Dreamin Of The Past E 2:54
  3. 03 Neck & Wrist E 3:29
  4. 04 Just So You Remember E 2:59
  5. 05 Diet Coke E 3:00
  6. 06 Rock N Roll E 3:54
  7. 07 Call My Bluff E 2:48
  8. 08 Scrape It Off E 2:33
  9. 09 Hear Me Clearly E 2:21
  10. 10 Open Air E 2:13
  11. 11 I Pray For You E 4:22