Lyrics:
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the basement
I see you on your Instagram with the product placement
I smack that Starbucks out ya hand cuz you all basic
I can tell that you spoiled by the way
take you to this grave
Living life one day by day
You're the reason I'm this way
She wanna ride with a nigga with YSL on his belts
Vvs on his necklaces
And now, Proper Propaganda..
(Begin Song)
Watch it. Yes. (Indistinct shout-outs)
Hey yo we handle it, these brothers are fabulous
Dilated showing you
on the scene
DVD's on the screen blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read
To spray a magazine
The boss spending ends
Saying,
much I did
It's like a sentence
When you live in an environment
Present without a presence
So I'm goin roll a J
And light
A doobie
And then I'm goin
niggas wasn't playin' they got straight to the point
Shot up his mothers house col' smoked the joint
All he left was two brothers by the last name Doobie
and bright spotlights.
We were brothers through it all.
And your song will play on without you.
And this world won't forget about you.
Every part of you
Finger-lickin the papes like there is no other
Mecca and the Soul Brother
Mecca and the Soul Brother
Schizophrenic, on a panic I do work
When you lurk
blunts and
Congo drumming, counting stacks by the hundreds
Doobie's coming, so don't act stubborn
Girls by the dozen get the toast uncut
Senorita,
in they selfish/ shit without them I’ll be helpless/ get off my dick hurting my Pelvis/ watch that money came / niggas change switch up like you won’t
a world without colors
I’ve got a brother by my side
Bridge
And maybe you think we’re crazy
Thinking that this is reality
But join us, now on this journey
time you out the hood
That's good now stay on the grind
Some days, I'm in the crowd all by myself
Bunch of niggas around I'm still by myself
These days
didn't do (don't remember)
You think you know, but you don't know the shit we livin' through (gang)
Shit, I've been out my mind since my brother died
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie?
If looks could kill you would be
breath, i lit a doobie
Do you wanna get intense, let's take some Lucy
Junkie on the beat
You don't want it with me
White boy that was raised by the streets
to rude comps, what?
Breakin down your doors, for you and yours
Say what?
Bronze Tony's baddest status, a mean being
The brother's the toughest
on a couple of pounds,
And make plans to create the raw, homegrown sounds
Without love and support,
I might come up short,
But I dare not resort,
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
Too many times I done been hated on, by 5-0
Fuck your badge, I wish all of you bitches would die slow
I'm just trying to survive hoe, and feed my
dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine
DVD's on the screen
Blowing on cream
Waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to flick, to spray
pistol packed so what we always gripping poles
Rather get caught with it then without it that's just how it go
You ain't never live this life so why you
puffing on that power plant
My clique smokes it to the ashes were Doobie Brothers
Hit the strip club with a passion were boobie lovers
Got a whole pound
their freedom
So they can grow the F up
You've grow Furies up your whole life
Why can't one of them be your brother
You forgive everyone else but your
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