Lyrics:
things in life
Maybe you could show me what is wrong, what is right
Lookin' through your disguise, I can see it in your eyes
You been lookin' for love all
what's on your tomb, it's carved in stone
Just like statues of me when I'm gone
Artists, yeah, artillery get drawn
Boy, I goes in like outside was
kicks flows
It was one of those days not much to do
So what I strut to the mall just to buy a thing or two
I met a wise guy playing the harmonica
By
try something different
Crime to be black
Proud like James brown
Big payback and I'm coming for my round
Being trap is just ah mindset
Gotta face ya
crashes I'll be somewhere deep off in these pines
Killing shit, kicking ass, and taking what the hell is mine
We don't need another pretty boy singing
What he said?
Am I alone out here?
Nobody got my back
Shit get crazy out here
Pray I make it back
Turn my phone off on this bitch
She keep on nagging
Yeah uh huh
It's T Lanez you already know who it is I
Shouldn't have even said that
And I feel real good, baby
You know what I mean
I look around
he's gone
But eternity knows him and it knows what we've done
And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay
of watching em get put in the dirt
They family's crying tryna hide they tears in they shirt
I offer my condolences to y'all for what it's worth
The last time I
Why your face so ugly?
Who gon' pop it? Rub my booty while I'm twerkin'
Ass fat, I make 'em crowd around me in a circle (ayy)
Ooh, that brown
chop up a body
Last dude wanted smoke with me I showed up inside of his lobby
This murder shit is so fun to me swear it's my only hobby
I can get ya
groovy type too sticky Brown shit
Feening for a lick so I
Hit up my conect
On stand by no reply
Waiting for a text
Puffing on a stress joint
Just to feel
to having violent psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics
By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip
I like writin'
But I will stick this pencil
is the internet, we're here to misdirect
So don't get offended, it's just pretend
And I'm dissing them, just to hit the trend
Ripping Eminem's latest
you make music for the kids, i make music for they moms
you make music for the kids, i be fuccin on they aunts
this is how i really live, i got
Technological revolution, nigga picture this
(Motherfucker what?)
Yeah, I told you what it was, but this is what it is now
Lyrical bullets, packed
Gold-N-Brown with everything
Wanting better only set up a better me
Never cease readily
Do this til I'm moveless at the end of me
That's the Brown recipe
I do it
On the block they say I did it for fun, well
Niggas got done on the one by a gun shell
Bounce in a Benz or a jet-black dope BM
Light up the choke buddah blunt
smooth
Just stay in your lane let me
Do what I do
Fuckin on the momma
And the daughter
No it aint right
We exchange like both Nenas
Just switch em out
smooth
Just stay in your lane let me
Do what I do
Fuckin on the momma
And the daughter
No it aint right
We exchange like both Nenas
Just switch em out
to put in to til he blew
Check the pudding should be proof no it ain't nothing new
That's what I'm used to what do you spew in the future
Put it out it's
sending them a box (Cum)
They had no idea it was filled with my cum socks
(What what, what what, ahh ahh ahh)
Glass in my lotion
My cum is the potion
Month
cold
I don't spit, I shit, on your whole team
These niggas think I'm from Cleveland
It's something the way I be, dropping the Browns off
rigged
The feeling you get when you see a shark’s fin as you swim
Is what it’s like when I grab mics
And like Mike, I win
I jeopardize jester’s lives, F
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