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Aight you people Straight from the land of snakes and dirt Landing my words on the rooftop of Mr Donald Trump Brown man on the mic, here we go mother fuckers I was talking to monster and talking of thief While i was searching for one thing i had never believed Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and Talking to monster and talking of thief While i was searching for one thing i had never believed Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins Then when i looked outta (Haha) window i saw glories underachieved and I'm 22, i've turned into a cool dude with Nike shoes I'm highly viewed and introduced as brown crook who is slightly fused I might be rude, my poetic views says straight what i think of you One face, not two, too hard to judge you cartoon I'm letting you know what i wanna do What i'm gonna do will be outta blue I'm outta door somewhere in woods I can't grow more on daddy's food It kills me good, deep in my wounds The fact i can't do what i should I could? How i could? I'm Mr miss understood back in my hood I got a job to rely on I'd be lying if i say this all i want I'm trying to tie the bound i broke First time i found my rhymes i lost adolescence And host the ghost, most wanted Dream of all to reach the top Yeah folks, roast it to your twitter post You'd never know how it is to be alone So crack jokes I'd never show the tricks to keep it strong Better fuck off Back in autumn i got knocked down in scrotum I'm at bottom Yeah, nobody fucks with the bottom But bottom is the next top I was talking to monster and talking of thief While i was searching for one thing i had never believed Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and Talking to monster and talking of thief While i was searching for one thing i had never believed Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and It's not grammatically fine, dramatically rhymed and Cleverly grind to precisely timed i'm Hard to find, i'm undefined My wonder lines, strikes as a thunder shines I'm Mr Prime yeah I'm under debt my daddy's bank, all i'm left with Is 100 cents how i am gonna pay my dues and Tax and rent, sufficiently stressed My head process thoughts like Tie a rope to throat and other end to fan Climb up a bench and wrench, I just can't Because i live on hope, someday imma make it top to my spot And then it'll all be under my control Till then on i gotta keep it strong, I might to walk alone To my mom, please don't mourn, your boy will buy you a home And these songs are all i got to leave behind me when i'm gone I don't know why them ladies call me Mr Don Juan I'm brown Snowden, deserves a miss storm or I was talking to monster and talking of thief While i was searching for one thing i had never believed Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and Talking to monster and talking of thief While i was searching for one thing i had never believed Then as i scrounged my soul, i explored my sins Then when i looked outta window i saw glories underachieved and Hahaha, how does that feels? Feels so good, doubt me bitch To all the haters out there, will be back It feels so good in here Yeah, you cant stop me now I'm on my way, i'll be back with more Yeah, aa huh, yeah, hahahaha