Only Fear of Death

I'll be your brittle, hoping in the brittle.
I'm on the vibe, but my body gonna fiddle.
She'll be your brittle, hoping in the brittle.
It's still no time; I've been killing it with my fiddle.
I'll be your brittle, hoping in the brittle.
She wanna move while my pants in the brittle.
Well and my style, I'm the cash in the brittle.
I'm in the vibe, in the fast, in the brittle.
So when I'm down with my face, you're still my city.
I make the music, take the money, now it's show me diddy.
Without the thuggers in the dark, and the bitches beat it.
I beat them piggies in my head, and I'll do a kitty.