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RockstarTuNE when he on the bike
Bet I’m on a roll when I handle bars
Don’t make me have to open up a can on y’all
I mean, if it’s a Grammy, double whammy
From

Brown to the Bone

Knightowl

Brown & Proud, Vol. 1

carucha
You heard about me and they told you to be trucha
Otraves como la ves, the same story
A rumor started by a girl named Lori
Selosa, cause down came

the fridge
Threw a flick up for the fleas, show the homies how I live
And now I kick it with the Beatles on the the nightly (yo that's lit)
I wonder why It

on a wave, eish
I remember when the only plan was just to try to up and run away
Hey! If they won't let us in then watch my niggas park and make it shesha by

order to raise the Sun's sons
And confess what we've done
Into a race raised by a K Dot thought
Put me on the spot con mi espalda atras
When I heard true

of em can't get they shit back
Man i got homies that get sturdy on thursday
For a quick rack
There's a war up on this field
So third eyes intact my minds

by goals
I remember strugglin', wanted money to show sufferin'
Watchin' my supporter, humble abode
Now it's my place to humble the bold (bold)

well, I'm on my way to school What's your number
I'll hit you up when I'm through She was from Cali so I was thinking Malibu

I had to represent, I went

shoddy
Shawty ain't even look my way
When I passed by her today her eyes ain't even shake, now I'm shook
But I don't care though I got my homies
The ones

rappers whyling
They're whying at the weigh in
I'm already all the way in
Just to show these little homies I ain't ever really playing
Its a moment when I

just know that
They'll kill all emotion
So open up the throat and medicate the Sol
With a little smoke and Tennessee Honey
Fuck angels and blow halos

independent won't depend up on a man
Yeah listen boy, I got this by myself so
Get with it or be an end, yeah

If you say you love me then
This action should be

ain't worked out, anytime I'm feeling low now
Always left me lonely when it got a little bit cold out
Watch you come back when all my shows sold out 
I

they in my face
Tryna catch a case but I don't fight
I'm bout the paper chase
I say whats up to the 805
They show me love
Im in the club
Sunset Terrace

Been through some things that done show me
Maturing faster only separate me from the homies
That’s true
And for the people who wrote me
It’s bag

smiling, keep smiling
When I’ve been at my lowest, I tried to never show it
Many nights I had to cry but in the day I kept it stoic
I’m just a lonely poet

ain't worked out
Anytime I'm feeling low now
Always left me lonely when it got a little bit cold out
Watch you come back when all my shows sold out 
I

feeling it must mean that I'm changing
What don't kill me make me stronger I know that I'm really gaining
And it's been lonely without my homies

a tomb
Depression got the best of all those pills I consumed
It's the end of the road 'cause I'm confronted by doom
I think I need some help but I'd rather

When I got up, Jesus had his boots on my table, rolling a smoke, he said to me: Listen up, son, you better believe what I say! I made some coffee,

now
Listen to the trip I took you on, in the here and now
Type of shit you hear about, chillin' wit ye homies
When you say you heard somethin' dope

Had to go
Off for a minute
Nothing close to being timid
Had the tunnel vision even when the light was dimming
That's the difference!
It's Emcee Millz up

to chance, He's got a
Mission and a vision that He made in advance
So when you perform, ain't no need to enhance it
God'll TED-Talk to you like his name was

it
Heads up, stand tough, girl, you made me do it
I can hide you in the mansion while at the band room
Kill streets, kill streaks when I need some leg