Brokeland

Yeah, yeah
Shit I seen and eh
With the figure S, nigga
It's Kirk Killa, shit!
I smoke Backwoods and Dutchies
The extra dusty young fly motherfucker
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, whats the dilemma hon?
Niggas with hella guns
Residence medieval so watch my umbrella, uh
Bright like candella with statements like Mandela, uh
Stank-face still stainless, its whatever bruh
Think and lead a coffin right there, we headin AWOL
My getaway, its that stick shift call it 8 ball
Hopped in the hot seat Im drunk nigga
Leave you slump nigga
Dont get dumb nigga
I know its time for change so we snatch quicker
Not measly shit I seen as a little figure
I dare some
To try to flash clothes and fair guns
Because where Im from for amusement shoot the fair one
The mind of a Brooklyn nigga
Go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Brooklyns in the house!
(x4)
I said nowadays Brooklyn aint the same
And lifes a scam and Id rather be paid
Credit card by that fuckin BOA
But if you want a couple stacks than youre going to Chase
If you play your cards right than youre heading the fast way
And them niggas 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
Im 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 bitches
Circle round scan them pockets for the double digits
And these things around me make my wants money, bitches
But my conscious told me just look back and listen
The mind of a Brooklyn nigga
Go Brooklyn , go Brooklyn, go Brooklyn
Brooklyns in the house!
(x4)
Now I aint gonna tell your fuckin ass you owe me motherfuckin money!
Now strip motherfucker strip! Strip! Come on.
Now everybody know that money is the root of all evil.
Ill show yall how the loot work