Lyrics:
loose ends to leave
In the shining age of heroes and gods
We'd run the backroads
'Til we could no more
Now the summer sky
Turns chestnut brown
Heading
Verse 1 JustCordell
My life has been changed.
No longer the same.
Yo value ain’t minimum wage.
Don’t judge a book by its cover
We all got
I not shinin'
I'm just brown
Gravity's pressure pulling me down
To the ground
While I'm down
Lucifer crushin' my soul with his soles
So I move my
loyalty seem ultra lightweight
Grandfather great grandmaster
It's the brown boy's slaughter house
Bald headed vulture hunting for the crown
Rudra Veda
a average I'm just a brown boy to get it poppin' in
this pop Most people say I'm most wanted
Cause I run it up with no question asked.
mind my insanity
I got it from daddy and granny, and auntie and Nancy
Crazy must run in the family woo
I dare you to take up my lane, you know I go
Father's Day
Verse 1
You run to me when it hurts
And I’d do anything for you
money
Gettin' longer
Bitch I drink Ciroc my plug drink Corona
Speedin' through my city on that dough
It's an eye for eye
Nigga bust at me I'm bustin back
a killing of the moment has left you on the run
All day long. You think of no one all day long.
But through your sad brown eyes are reflected strangers
I told ya fuckin' ass I be back
In a brand new Fleetwood Cadillac
License plate say money makin' nigga fa sho
Chillin' by ya boy house kissin'
brown tint dreadhead
Gnarly
Eagle trace to north town
See
My city family
Catch me slippin
Can’t be caught by the cops
Getting blurped on the spot
I be
There's a fruit store on our street
It's run by a Greek.
And he keeps good things to eat
But you should hear him speak!
When you ask him anything, he
hair unlike Curly Neal
I don't play ball cause I can't throw it down
but my rhymes make it sweeter than Sweet Georgia Brown
no beginner but a winner,
to the money that relationship goals
Never will I fold, pay me what you owe
It ain't a cougar trine holla when I wave the 44
Money don't change niggas it only
you get wrecked
Chase the money vamanos
Chasin a deal like I been on
What it take to live this life
Get by if I do wrong
Go to jail and still get bond
ain't Parkin
I go slide in it
I ride in it
Make you step back
James Harden
Yeah
I toss the Chardonnay
Used to be out makin Plays
Brown Skin Baby
But
and then he just walked
It was the middle of the week outside was real hot
He told his dad where he would be now and what not
Said he would go down by
shorts (Yes)
She just wanna take D up in her belly (All up in her—, all up in her)
We up on the board by many (Too much points)
Opp blocks, it was mask
it wasn't in your plans
You're lame, critter lane, it's room for improvement
Across the united nations, acknowledge the movement
I'm rewriting
center for my own enjoyment
I checkin' out a girl that's fly
She's workin' at the mack make-up counter next to Best Buy
Waitin' by the elevator, tryna
replies back gun by gun
Past Seven Wrecks I read your four answers: 1. your move 2. I'm tres involved 3. move on 4. love, Beth
I walk it down
This
and rye
In the blink of an eye,
Will you or will I?
Rhapsody wavering
Symphony quavering
Notes that slide by
Tears that won't dry,
A flood
Run up
always done up brown, by the Irish Sixty-Ninth
Next day upon the battle field, old veterans they were forced to yield
For the rebels had a Stonewall
Oh my God, have you heard the news?
Justin is in town
He can try to hide, he can try to run
But we're gonna hunt him down
Does he stay at Rica,
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