Lyrics:
the
Afternoon...
Explosions, 1,000 or more, announcing
Tidal waves and hurricanes...
And down on earth we lost 3 continents.
Their fiery soul snuffed out by
but somehow I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money
in the air
Yeah, no different than the weed that I share
Good vibes coming by
Fuck misery, don't ask me why
Stubborn as can be, don't worry G
Promise,
Midori, plays the violin, She was magnificent
They don't have to say to white people
I'm better than you, they just do their thing
(YEAH)
And White
Sugar Booger
Brown sugar drippin' all off your booger wooga
Keep me up all night like I'm gone off that booger sugar
Let's make it last forever I
pussy if it smell like water
You can say "Fuck me" but
Don't fuck my daughter
I ain't even got one yet
They putting in an order (Ha)
Tryna get me to hit
but thanks to all the haters
I know G-IV pilots on a first name basis
In your city faded off the brown, Nino
She insists she got more class, we know
with that
Word man I gotta let em know I gotta
Bust this
I used to know this girl by the name of Teresa
I did all I could to make her release her
comin', so I'm fuckin' up G's
Couple hundred when I spray on the T, Giorgio YSL
Blue Nile number nine Chanel The smell ain't cheap, couple thousand, that's
on a four-leaf clover
To be the E double E over and over
You're intrigued by the way I do my thing
(Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing
[PMD]
I
smell
Think to much but never tell
Scared I'll die and go to hell
If my girl leave me oh well
I got to much pride to feel
This gone be my time to heal
no huddle
'Cause if you didn't make it everybody got in trouble
I won't let that money define me
I let my struggles refine me
I know my angels
'm a VIP
I wear a plain t-shirt they see my jeans
Truly religious, so I wear true religus
And they're authentic you can
See by the seems
In by twelve so we
Can't hurt
One more
I'm in
My zone
2 More
I'm gone
4 More
I'm home
A shot of patron
Followed by more
Got me on the floor
Twiz tell me to roll
Jah
to filthy
High class only means stoned in school
Joints rolled up bigger than pony stool
Smoke, stains on the roof of the old Regal's brown
So what I got
you could hold my ground
I could tell ya bout some shit you'd prolly know by now
If you'd been through half of it or ever strolled my route
My God
I
'm turning up, you dying down, I pulling up, you smell the loud
Won't hear a peep, not a sound, The only OG that's around
I'm dropping bars by the round, I
When I was born they christened me plain Samuel Johnson Brown
But I hadn't grown so very big, 'fore some folks in this town
Had changed it 'round
demon stomping vessel sowing seeds
I'm thankful God's blessings chase me down
I'm surrounded by God's favour I'm a king with a crown
I declare I'm special
the dirt
Cause it used to smell like you
Not lavender and chloride
Every night I'm having trouble sleeping
Without the lullaby of your heavy breathing
caught up in earthly things
Guess I forgot what brought me here
Riding on an angels' wings
Too much trouble, on my brain
Too many songs about
raindrop like res-er-voir
I seen your her hip, move like j-ag-uar
Staring around like spoon
Till her eye brown shoot through the moon
I came to the door
Look
As I stare into your brown eyes
It takes away my pride and lies
In your presence trying to keep it true
In hopes I don't look like a fool
My heart beats
It's just another day, drowning my troubles with a forty
That's when I got the call from this brown skin shorty
She asked me where's my crew at, said
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