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kirk knight - brokeland lyrics

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[intro]
yeah, yeah
sh-t i seen and eh
with the figure s, n-gga
it’s kirk k!lla, sh-t!

[verse 1]
i smoke backwoods and dutchies
the extra dusty young fly motherf-cker
oh my god it must be — triple-k cutter
brooklyn life-and-deather
cross me, be the first and last like alpha and omega
so, what’s the dilemma hon’?
n-ggas with h-lla guns
residence medieval so watch my umbrella, uh
bright like candella with statements like mandela, uh
stank-face still stainless, it’s whatever bruh
think and lead a coffin right there, we headin’ awol
my getaway, it’s that stick shift call it 8 ball
hopped in the hot seat i’m drunk n-gga
leave you slump n-gga
don’t get dumb n-gga
i know it’s time for change so we sn-tch quicker
not measly sh-t i seen as a little figure
i dare some
to try to flash clothes and fair guns
because where i’m from for amus-m-nt shoot the fair one

[hook] (x4)
the mind of a brooklyn n-gga
go brooklyn, go brooklyn, go brooklyn
brooklyn’s in the house!

[verse 2]
i said nowadays brooklyn ain’t the same
and life’s a scam and i’d rather be paid
credit card by that f-ckin’ boa
but if you want a couple stacks than you’re going to chase
if you play your cards right than you’re heading the fast way
and them n-ggas in the clash just fillin’ up plates
so i just keep on, reachin’, lying to my teachers
with the hammer pants, i keep security cards in my sneakers
i’m heading for the trust funds, bonds, and planned speeches
all i ever knew was a atf procedure
transaction, gotta eat, serving all the status
no fan could catch me that bmw fashioned
black tinted, mac 10, oh yes the b-tches
circle round scan them pockets for the double digits
and these things around me make my wants money, b-tches
but my conscious told me just look back and listen

[hook] (x4)
the mind of a brooklyn n-gga
go brooklyn, go brooklyn, go brooklyn
brooklyn’s in the house!

[outro]
now i ain’t gonna tell your f-ckin’ -ss you owe me motherf-ckin’ money! now strip motherf-cker strip! strip! come on. now everybody know that money is the root of all evil. i’ll show y’all how the loot work



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