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Shit got me so high bout to fly out the coop
Rolling different strands on my way to grab shoes
Jordan retros in this bitch grab the blue
Cop a outta

that anymore"
But I'm just barely getting by

Quarter to 2, I got my brown suede shoes
They hit the corner, down on Market St
It's a hustle

Hell No: by Brody Gauthier

All these Rappers on the tv I’m like change  
 The remote
This what music sound like when its properly wrote
And I got

unbothered astronaut, line Earl Sweatshirt
Brown sweatpants, Pro club, in the damn dirt
Making hella money like a rapper at a concert
You (Please remember me)

at the world but I took your girl to ??? for a fish dish my guy
I want the crown, born in D.C
Raised in the P.G. stayed by Cherry Hill
I had to ride the metro

Flash
Cuts a dash, looking back

The windows open and the heating on
The cold side of the pillow, summer, sun
His blue clothes, his wife’s legs
His brown

I ain't  into signing contracts
But you can have my number, you gonna call me back
Said she had man at home and he'll overact
Look at him and look

on Jesus
N I ain’t hear to argue fam/ or here to do no bargaining/
Tell them industry plants/ I’m here to harvest man/ big shears/ R n dem/ right on yo

Slow down whatcha think
Sipping on a lil brown bottle out the sink
Y'all smoke sour, I stay smoke sweet
'Til I'm all crowned like "Yo, where

and white
Light brown shoes cost this much
Fuck it
Put it in the bag
I ain't worried bout it
Strip mall we shopping 
Why you stopping by 
Oh shit
Nice eye
My

the yard, Chris Brown, get beat by dirty shoes
Sippin' goose to get loose, skating down the avenue
I'm tired of these niggas, they just internet thugs
I know

make them want to see me dead

That’s why everyday on the wake up
Hustlers Never Stop
I’m just try'n to get my cake up
Bad brown bitch so every nigga

Aye they gone judge me by my past not my future

I advise you not to try me
On my own who right beside me
Pistol on my waistline
I be solo when im

might just be the feds
Thinking back I got set up by my ex
So why the fuck would I trust you
If you ain’t beneficial to them they gone say fuck you
Bizzy

Another man down, another one dead
Shoot first, ask questions later
I’m so tired I can’t take it
How long until we break?
I cannot watch one more

The leaves hang green but I know you don't care
And you're making distance with that thousand yard stare
Your tennis shoes they walk all over me
I'd

take a shot of Jim Beam This shit aint gonna end can't you see
Stuck in here all you hear is fear is the boogie man gonna take my motherfucking beer

put you back into the hole
Walk into my world through a free standing door
Twilight zone seek peace in a war
Brown boy spitting I be blazing up

Retro you know they done fucked up
Right
They fucked the fuck up
They done let us meet up in Cali man
Don't do dat
Don't do dat
Detroit in this bitch

should see her frame caressing the air as she moves with fluid grace
She's got a body that would tempt a man into sin and death
She's got deep brown eyes

butchers blocks in kitchenettes
Consciousness is drowned out by a silhouette
Silky sets full of blonde hair the eyes grizzly, brown bear,
Big brother got it

Come and ride with a South bay OG, 
A little skinny mother fucker from SD, 
Brown and proud so my government fears me
I'm defined by the character in me,

I like belts, that wrap around your waist
I like pretty girls who don't give a damn that their shoes unlaced
An itch in the ear can only mean one

Hey, I hate that I'm so stun
I'm ready to dance at the kings tun
And when I bat my lids by you won't run
You could see I been that bitch since