Lyrics:
I was eleven in back in 2016,
You miss me, with that bullshit of being a teen
I miss being, out in K-town and Charles H. Kim
In this scene, the ones
ya
Bandages or hell you would
All brown and skinny but I've
Fucked up so many
I got QP's and halves, if we beefin' I blast
You sleepin' I laugh, ask
Seaten Hall is in the house and Dayton is too
Wesely is down, cause it's in Flint town
So all you Flint muthafuckas listen to what I say
Throw you hands in
y'all (yes y'all)
Who got the vibe? It's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all)
Real live y'all (live y'all)
Inside outside come around
(Who's that?) Brown
When digging into my library
Oh, my gosh, oh, my gosh
Eating Ital Stew like the one Peter Tosh
Uh, uh, uh, all over the track, man
Uh, pardon me, uh,
you define me
Blatant with my right hand
Sneaky my left hook
All my peers know my gear stuck on Westbrook
You claim to be the greatest
All over
the table go.
Love and joy come to you ...
Wassail and wassail, all over the town!
The cup it is white, and the ale it is brown.
The cup it is made
girls, 45s playing soft in the background
Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
I
girls, 45s playing soft in the background
Food from C-Town's, mornings was hash browns
Stepped over dope fiends, walking out the door, all of us poor
I
to us
Nothing was new to us
Woah, woah, woah, woah
We just stay true to us
Woah, woah
Now counting our money, is all you can do for us
I skip town, where
determinating vow
London you're gonna find them (London town)
New York, L.A., back to Kingston (waterhouse)
All I see is youth fighting (youth them all they
Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above the rim
gonna slow me down?
Look, it's over clown
I got the skippiest flows in town
Plus, them niggas can't fuck with my wordplay
I switch it back, DJ bring it
know no fuckin' lessons?
(Number two, the snake)
Bad, bad, Leroy Brown
Baddest man in the whole damn town
Badder than the deep blue sea
Badder
(yes y'all!)
Who got the vibe it's the Tribe y'all (Tribe y'all!)
Real live y'all (live y'all!)
Inside outside come around
(Who's that?) Brown!
Some
empty
Soldiers in brown by the tens of thousands
Same seat all season yeah I ran some thousands
Throwback buss it
Rock the Goose Gossage
Last week had
All I need is time
Baby I've been trying to tell ya
I'm still Chi-Town dreaming
And my hands are opened wide
All I need is time
Charles and Charity
the old school
88 fade
Press PLAY
I live by the old rules
Like the old school eses
Boyle Heights
PRIMO
Orale!
Big Luis
RIP OG Jose Solis
One for the town
This is all
Mind body soul
9 shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
at the party bet, we get that bitch turnt
Heard y'all need some new fire, all these other rappers burnt
But this my third day here, I don't know
Like Uzi Vert
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
niggas know what I mean
'Cause I slang brown, white, yellow, purple and green
And all you faggot-motherfuckers gotta know the routine
Go to sleep hoe,
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