BRICKS
Ben Kenobe featuring Fat Trel
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Truly a multi-hyphenate, Ben is an award-winning author and filmmaker. In 2022 he published his first middle grade novel, NOTHING INTERESTING EVER HAPPENS TO ETHAN FAIRMONT, the first book in a three book series. His debut Young Adult novel, PROMISE BOYS released January 2023 and was the largest publishing deal for a debut YA author ever. Promise Boys has received critical acclaim, including being a 2023 Boston Globe–Horn Book award honoree and a 2024 Odyssey Award winner. His next YA novel, UP IN SMOKE, is due May 6th, 2025.
Ben has written for TV, including the adaptation of his book Promise Boys with the Obamas, film and even video games. Even with the success he’s seen in TV, film, publishing and games, his passion lives with making timeless music.
ISRC
QZMEV2560070
Custom Track ID
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Composers
Nick Brooks (ASCAP) 100.00%
Original Publishers
Nick Brooks (ASCAP) 100.00%
Master Owners
Nick Brooks 100.00%
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Composer
Nicholes Brooks
Lyrics
My feet still muddy I just made it out the bricks
I only ever wanted to be rich
Wayne gave us murder game Ray gave us bricks
But all I ever wanted was the chips
My feet still muddy I just made it out the bricks
I only ever wanted to be rich
Lenny gave us hoop dreams taught us not to sniff
So all I ever wanted was the chips
Tryna be a man I never seen
Example that I never had but somehow gotta lead
Pressure make it hard to breathe
Heard stories bout Rayful Edmond, hated for telling
Came home to the reverend bet he learned his lesson
Murders done by Wayne Perry he a urban legend
Look at how they did Gary, know the devil present
Len Bias, coke he had to try it
Spirit misguided, ghosts is appetizing
My city they be wildin' loading the mac to squeeze
**** do you greezy like chicken and mac and cheese
That soul food, hit him his soul move as he wheeze
That’s old news in a week and he was only 17
For the fast money watch em turn crash dummies, still be mad bummy
All that shit be mad funny
I Know them jail cells get ugly like hell rell
Soon as **** catch hell, fold like a Nextel
My feet still muddy I just made it out the bricks
I only ever wanted to be rich
Wayne gave us murder game Ray gave us bricks
But all I ever wanted was the chips
My feet still muddy I just made it out the bricks
I only ever wanted to be rich
Lenny gave us hoop dreams taught us not to sniff
So all I ever wanted was the chips
All I ever wanted was a brick and a big ass gun
My last move got me four, I shouldn'ta did that one
You talkin' plans to get some pap?
Bitch I been had one.
I understand you miss your man, but I ain't do that one.
Opps bluffin on the gram, I'm like who gon' come?
You see this chopper in my hand? Shit, you might run
I probably never love a bitch, shit I don't like none.
And for my Brodie in the sky? Shit, I light one
I'm havin million dollar nightmares, but this a light year
Took a trip to get some keys I ain't sightseeing
I lost some **** on the way so they ain't right here
I hit the booth, it's off the top, I ain't write here yeah
****, I'm talkin real right.
Judge gave him elbow. He got a real life.
Pull up in my trench I'll show you what that feel like.
And Mo, don't ask me about your bitch you know this dog bite
I'm in the mall like, should I get that?
I said fuck it then I left and copped another pack
Auntie, say that drop so good she tryna run it back
And I ain't really tryin to talk just bring that money back
My feet still muddy I just made it out the bricks
I only ever wanted to be rich
Wayne gave us murder game Ray gave us bricks
But all I ever wanted was the chips
My feet still muddy I just made it out the bricks
I only ever wanted to be rich
Lenny gave us hoop dreams taught us not to sniff
So all I ever wanted was the chips