Lyrics:
ain't even think about how this country treats those that look like me
You fucking don't
I'm Young Brown and Angry why you think this country hates me
soul to get paid
Tap dancing ain't for me, get somebody else bitch
I show you personal exhibition of Big brown dick
I went crazy and still predicted it
Didn't move the brown or the crack
Use to pick up for the fact
I could make more back by breaking down to scores n that
Stack to buy out the stores n that
only have just one it might as well be blue
And when we're up in Cleveland it's for rock and not the reds
In NOLA ain't no oranges 'cos they named it
crunching on toast ain't no cinnamon
This was the type of shit that gave me discipline
Homies believed in me bought me some instruments
It was the little
I'm in a grave wit a dog collar
I'm brown by honor, yeah
They want me goin by the rules dawg
But that aint somethin I can do dawg
We got different
ways
You never leave me such a blessing
If you gotta go
Cus you can’t take no more
Cus I’m moving slow
I guess jus slow poke
Just taking my time
It ain’t
took away your sunshine
No more reminiscing on the fun times
Balling and coming at bitches with blunt lines
But this nigga ain't going to want mine
So they go crazy, get hot-headed, start actin' a fool yellin'
But you all know it ain't no refunds in this shit that I'm sellin'
Cause during
nigga, that I always got what it takes?
Ain't no stoppin' or brakes
They tried blockin' my checks
I'm still joggin' in place
Wonder why I'm the golden
just some dogs
[Method Man]
By any means necessary, it's on
B****, your f***ing with a dog, all I want to do is bury some bones
Take a piss
grind, no rest at all
Pedal bike, big shank by my testicles
To the trap every minute, I ain't rest at all
College dropout
Plus I never done my best in
alone (As days go by)
Now I done came a long way
But ain't gone too far
And hope this love letter don't
Leave a big scar
So baby just hold on
Lil'
the nigga in the suit in the box under the ground
Fox chased by the hound locked permanent frown xzibit get down
By liftin' iron by the pound for the tough
from here?
No, ah.. which one is it?
(burp) excuse me. It's the one by the airport... you know... cause we gotta get up early an'.. fly outta here in
an ounce
Ain't no problem with the product, long as you got the amount
And every bit of my fetti, cause every bit of it count
I'ma roll in the low, rain snow
build a snowman
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, are you married?
We'll say, no man,
But you can do the job
When you're in town
Don’t Shoot
Ho Ho
Don’t shoot
These racist cops have got to go
(Black Lives Matter)
No Justice
No Peace
No Justice
No Peace
I’m chasing this dream
While
nigga (I'm their nigga)
(Oh, baby, no)
Look, player shit (player), I'm on some player shit
I need a bunny just to kick it with (just to kick it)
Ain't
you die
When you broke you see who real so keep them niggas by yo side
Ain’t too hard to keep it real but all you bitches do is lie
Know too many niggas
Rev. ain't right, his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got
And that's why
I'll cry with the sky
Cause even lonely cardinals fly
I'll take a chance on getting by
I'm wasting all my precious time
Ain't no way we're
older I would understand that
It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved across the tracks
13 that's when I had
ain’t living in my car no more
Man it feels so great
I wake up every morning, first thing I do is pray
Ask God for a way
And he guides it
But tell me why
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