Lyrics:
From nothin' to everything that I asked for
From food stamps to stamps on the passport
Brown bag full of cash in the dash
Hit the gas, get
give a fuck if they say we wrong
You better keep your hands up when they play this song
And keep your hands in the air
If you know the government
Red wine time on the couch
Happy you agreed to hang out
Keep my head in the clouds
Keep them old names out your mouth
I can make you laugh out
(Jeramie Scott) Invest in my stock and my savings
I keep me a band in my hands if it's rainy
Get paid from my craft then get back to the basics
I
you in your mother's hands)
I apologize for my absence, I know I left you without a name to drop
(And now I'm standing right here)
I don't know how I
to leave
And you can buy me a couple of drinks
But I'mma go socialize and smoke my weed
And I like it when you keep your eyes on me
And I like it when
know what he was doing
Didn't know who he was hurtin'
Til his son and his daughter come smokin' by the tree in the backyard
They went and told they momma
to be in your heart
And I can tell by your beat, you got it
See there, I can do a little piece, put them together there
Yeah, we used to be running
down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don't cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don't forget, girl, keep
prints on this barrel, in a suit like Jeffrey
I get you clean, feel your towel, had to clean up the town
For the beef we brown, like releasin' the hounds
what their cards were by the way they held their eyes
So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces
For a taste of your whiskey, I'll
the Timberlands in November
Shorty called me Santa in December
But guess what, my Wally's got messed up
Autograph pressed up what, blessed enough to blow your
communion
Redesign laws of union in a revolution
Connect the eyes to energize cause evil lurks in lies
Steals your breath and then you die, no one heard
stop, baby)
Keep it comin', keep on comin' for more (don't front, front)
It's that brown man from Long Islandin' shores
Got a way with women, so I
People didn't want to hear the old rap sound
We started samplin' beats by James Brown
In the middle of doin' "My Philosophy"
Scott was killed and that
the blue
Yeah I'm off of the ground up in the clouds
Not sure which one I'm on
And I couldn't tell you what day it is baby
Not when your in my arms 'cause
everything is gushin'
A little bit of water, it's what the sons and daughters
When they come to Brazil, it's all in order
Gotta go down, gotta hold down
By the code, the game a decade old
I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They
three sons and a daughter fair
cnd her name is Lucy Brown
Lucy, Ms. Lucy Brown
The prettiest girl in Oxford town
Flashing eyes and jet black hair
She's
before breezing
Lost in this foul mind state, I can't keep straight thinkin'
But I keep my eyes on the Earth without blinking
It's hard to be a man in
left a child so rare
Rosemary your day will come
He loved you so He gave His only son
Keep the faith in your soul
Stay down on your knees
I'm
before breezing
Lost in this foul mind state, I can't keep straight thinkin'
But I keep my eyes on the Earth without blinking
It's hard to be a man in
Michael Brown, another soul
Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
Black dress code now we looting in
Yo, niggas surprised when they open they eyes
Thick in the thighs wasn't part of they plan
Not just his bitch, I'm like his main man
Act shifty, your
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