Lyrics:
a process y'all gotta digest
Let the boy grow up, want to go out
Have a little fun, if it get a lil' wild,
Then so what
It's an ounce of experience
Just
(This is a DoubleYouProduction)
Yeah I'm back like who this
Ya boys back and he couldn't give two shits
Beat up the beat and I'm leaving a heap
Don't cry little goof 'cuz life ain't, life ain't-
Spending cash like it's nothing, bands we got 50
In the whip hit a drive-by, Vice City
You leave
Buying it all its Lewis Hare
I'm guessing you haven't got nowt down there
Little pussy boy, never heard you speak
You just sit there you never blink
I'll
home
To hold the only joy the world did not destroy
A laughing little brown eyed boy she calls her own
Though he leads her by the hand and tries to be
bodies speak love language
Thick little shorty with the curls
(Mmmm)
Damn Mamí bad
She a brown skin girl
She got the bag
Yeah she all about hers
Introduce
Popo shot the black boy
White boy watched
And as he turned away
The black boy's homies pulled out phones and start recording
Screaming let my brother
Stopped by with a message for you
She say Tim and Berry in the pasture
And they want to know if you in the mood to play brown girl in the ring
Little girl
you
Jesus Loves the Little Children
All the Children of the world
Red
Brown
Yellow
Black
And White
They are precious in his sight
Jesus Loves
By the every expression
Its a blessing
When you know your walking in your path
And your living in your Godly impression
It's a blessings I don't really
the neighbors say they seen you and your little friends
Over there by Food for Less and they was preaching to you
Over there telling you about the good book
won't you hook a chew scorns, she tellin you buy
Street poetry is how ya boy get paid
And I wear no Escalade, metallic, black or beige
Yo when I walk up
of yall
and if ya Immature than Im out the door
I'm on fire gettin head by the
Harlem Boys Choir.
Dreams, dreams, dreams of fucking an R & B dick
(dreams
the mouth as filthy drool
Carbonized corpse brittle and thin
Teeth grinning brown through black flaking skin
Years gone by that little boy has turned into
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
I say what I say is what I mean
I talk mo shit than Muhammed Ali
In a situation about makin my green
First impression nigga back down
siblings praying that they won't notice
Mami crying in kitchen It's starting to weigh on him
c little Brother and Sister He just want a better way for 'em
Oh my god, first impressions
Really need some self-reflection
Man why you speaking like that bro
Man I'm done with this
Two thousand Rock and Roll
gonna do me like that
Sorry boo you was just a little too flat
There’s nothing interesting about you from within
This is coming outta no where like you’re
I got problems, I got problems mothafucka
You ain't worthy of no mention if you ain't making me profit
I got homies by my sides, I keep my vision in
of shit is that?
You ain't a b-boy boy rocking a mustache
Them brown pants will get your
Ass whipped real fast
There ain't no real graff art
Up on your
what I wanna be (10 Hoe!)
I wanna be a fuckin trillionaire! (10 Hoe)
I got them bricks for the high, and the purp by the pound
I'm posted
are smoked
4 in his pocket, a diamond-up chain and some coke
Champion hood, the goodies in the brown back
By the radiator near the cookies
the waist?
By the way baby boy, would you like a taste?
Let me tell you what I need on those license plates
"Property of Mohogany Brown", standin'
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